A Night of Desire-Chapter 122: All Men Are Big Liars

After composing herself, Clara Grant emerged from the restroom. Just as she was about to return to their table, she glanced up and stopped in her tracks.

Sometime while she was gone, Faye Jennings had moved from her seat across the table to sit right next to Seth Quinn. She was turned toward him, her expression a mixture of worry and urgency.

Seth Quinn, however, wasn’t looking at Faye Jennings, so Clara couldn’t see his face or guess his expression.

Just seeing his ramrod-straight posture was enough for the unease Clara had just suppressed to surge back up.

’Didn’t he say he couldn’t stand having other women sit next to him? So who is that next to him now? A ghost?’

’He said all the right things when I was here, but the moment I left, he couldn’t keep up the act!’

’Liar! All men are two-faced liars!’

As Clara Grant cursed Seth Quinn furiously in her mind, she saw Faye Jennings suddenly grab his hand. Faye’s gaze was filled not only with distress for him but also with deep affection.

"Seth, your hand is so badly injured! Why won’t you go to the hospital to get it treated? This is your right hand we’re talking about. What will you do if there are complications?"

Hearing those anxious words, Clara was finally certain: Faye Jennings was definitely in love with Seth Quinn.

’And Seth Quinn? Does he like Faye Jennings? Or is he just interested in her? Does he see her as just another potential conquest?’

As Clara’s mind raced, she saw Seth Quinn pause for a moment before finally turning his head to look at Faye Jennings.

He didn’t pull back the hand she was holding.

From her vantage point, she could only see both of them in profile. She already knew Seth Quinn’s was perfect. As for Faye Jennings—a three-time TV queen and Aegis’s top actress—her reputation was well-deserved; her profile was equally flawless.

The man, regal and handsome; the woman, elegant and beautiful. From any angle, they looked like a perfect couple.

’Perhaps a man like Seth Quinn was meant to marry a perfect woman like Faye Jennings.’

’Marrying me... was that just a whim? Or some temporary lapse in his judgment?’

Seth Quinn’s brows furrowed slightly. He glanced down at the hands gripping his, then looked back up. His thin lips, pressed into a tight line, moved as if he were about to speak.

Before she even realized what she was doing, Clara sank into a nearby empty seat, as if compelled by an unseen force. She ducked her head to hide herself, but her eyes remained fixed on the pair, desperate to overhear what Seth Quinn would say to Faye Jennings.

But then, Seth Quinn parted his lips, and the first thing he said was just three simple words: "I won’t die."

Clara blinked, then it hit her. He was responding to Faye Jennings’s earlier words of concern. ’But that’s not how you’d respond to someone you like, or someone you’re trying to flirt with,’ she thought.

Faye Jennings seemed taken aback as well, likely not expecting Seth Quinn’s attitude to be just as cold even with Clara gone.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Seth Quinn continued, his tone shifting abruptly.

The cold, emotionless expression he wore just a moment ago was replaced by a playful smirk. He looked at her, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "You like me?"

Hearing him call her out so bluntly, Faye Jennings was stunned for only a second before her expression turned into a mixture of shyness and determination. She nodded firmly.

Now that he knew, she saw no reason to hide her feelings any longer. She had told herself she would be proactive, and she refused to back down.

’If a woman like Clara Grant could get to his side just by being proactive, why couldn’t she?’