Frederick almost laughed aloud at Vincent's suggestion. He looked up, fixing his gaze on Vincent’s face, who was still chewing with complete indifference, and said, “Do you have a problem?”
He and Leah were practically strangers under the same roof—a mere marriage of convenience, a nominal husband and wife. Besides, there was a possibility she was Quinlan’s spy, someone he needed to keep a close eye on. Frederick had no feelings for Leah. If she hadn’t suddenly shown up at the bay area today, they wouldn’t even have seen each other.
Why would he be sulking over her?
Vincent must have done too many surgeries lately; maybe he had developed some nerve issues himself.
Vincent didn’t argue. He simply stuffed another piece of grilled meat into his mouth, staying silent. When Leah fell for th
