Chapter 8

Rhys repeated the sentence, his eyes landing on Graham as if he were looking at a bug that had accidentally crawled onto the dining table. The disgust was mixed with a bit of impatience. Graham's superiority complex had long since shattered into pieces. He forced a polite smile and twitched his lips. "Mr. Beaumont, Ivy and I were arranged by our elders. I didn't know you and she had already..." "Now you know?" Rhys cut him off without even moving an eyebrow. Graham was so thoroughly shut down...