"I don't want to be in a relationship."
After a two-second pause, Lianne Lianne added, "And I won't be a mistress either."
Girlfriend, mistress, Canary—she wouldn't be any of them.
To her surprise, Seth Sinclair was resolute, giving her no chance to escape her responsibility. "Then let's get married."
A look of bewilderment colored Lianne Lianne's bright, dark eyes as she stared at him in astonishment.
Her heart was pounding erratically, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words.
Just then, a ringtone blared, shattering the strange silence in the room.
"My phone is ringing." Lianne Lianne told Seth Sinclair to let her go.
Seth Sinclair unhurriedly removed the arm wrapped around Lianne Lianne's waist and leaned back into the sofa, shooting her a lazy, sideways glance.
Lianne Lianne swiped to answer, cleared her throat, and said, "Sophie."
"Lia." On the other end, Sophie Sheridan's voice was hoarse and dry, as if she had a headache. "Have you eaten yet?"
