I went back into the house after watching Delia leave.
Theo was sitting on the sofa, his posture domineering. He glanced at me sideways. "I thought you would have left too, Madam."
His tone was clearly sour.
I laughed. "President Grant, do you get jealous over women too?"
I sat next to him, and his eyes lingered on me, burning.
Being stared at started feeling weird, so I coughed a few times. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I’m learning from you."
"Learning from me?"
Theo nodded. "That's how you looked at her at dinner just now."
I rolled my eyes, looking confused. "Really?"
"It's absolutely true. I can already imagine the look in your eyes when she was filming." Theo took a magazine and flipped through it. His words were casual, but his expression was one of displeasure.
No wonder Sissi said those things to me this afternoon.
It seemed that she had misunderstood. Fortunately, I had cleared the air with her.
"It seems that I have to control myself," I rubbed my chin and murmured.
The man beside me was flipping through the magazine, but his attention was obviously not on it. "She’s just someone who looks like Cecilia. Why should you be excited, Madam?" he said.
I took his magazine and put it aside. "If your good friend died of illness and you thought you would never see him again, won’t you be happy when one day, someone who looks exactly like him appears in front of you all of a sudden? Haven’t you ever experienced the feeling of regaining something you lost?”
"I have."
His serious gaze was directed toward me. "When you came back to me, that's how I felt at that time."
His spontaneous declaration of love stunned me for a moment. I smiled when I realized. "You’re the one pushing all the blame on me now.”
"I just want to remind you to be more natural. Otherwise, you might cause her trouble.”
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