This was the only excuse Lianne could think of. Before she arrived, she'd been seventy percent confident that Seth Sinclair wouldn't demand she take responsibility after hearing the person she liked was Ethan Sinclair.
But who knew he'd be sick and use it to extort her?
More importantly, his accusations—that she didn't want to take responsibility and that she liked someone else—were both, unfortunately, true.
"I'm not trying to humiliate you." Lianne rarely explained herself, so her words sounded weak.
She pursed her lips, ready to retreat and rethink her strategy. "Let me think about it some more. I'll give you an answer later."
God of Fortune lowered its head, persistently sniffing her pant leg. Lianne reached out and patted its head, signaling for it to move.
She reached for her bag, but just as she slung it over her shoulder, she heard Seth Sinclair's slightly hoarse voice. "I want some fruit."
