"Gilbert, it seems Mr. Nelson truly treats my sister well. He must really love her," Emma said deliberately, her tone full of envy.
All evening, Alvin had been entirely focused on Claire, attentively taking care of her every need. He helped her cut the cake, wiped her sweat, fetched things for her—thoughtful in every detail.
Gilbert's eyes darkened like a deep pool, his brows slightly furrowed as he asked, seemingly casually, "And your sister? Does she love him?"
"I think she does. Otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to dinner with him, especially in a place like this. Look around, every table here is set for two. It's pretty obvious what kind of place this is. Besides, with someone like Mr.Nelson, outstanding, wealthy which woman wouldn't fall for him?" Emma replied thoughtfully.
Gilbert's face grew even darker, a surge of inexplicable anger rising in his chest.
