"You... you're being ridiculous!"
Cecilia Quincy didn't take the bait, hoping to gloss over the matter with a few vague words.
"Hmph..." Sonia Quincy chuckled knowingly. She had expected this.
"Ethan." Cecilia Quincy guiltily reached for Ethan Lockwood's hand, her beautiful eyes instantly filling with tears. "Please don't listen to Sonia Quincy's nonsense. None of that has anything to to do with me."
"..." Ethan Lockwood didn't answer her.
He stared intently at Sonia Quincy, his sharp eyes filled with complex emotions.
Ever since Sonia Quincy had transmigrated, she hadn't worn any makeup. Her face was bare, her complexion fair and clear, her features delicate and gentle, like a lotus blossom just breaking the water's surface.
Ethan Lockwood was used to seeing Cecilia Quincy's powdered and painted face. Now, as he sized up Sonia Quincy, he found his former lover surprisingly captivating.
