Marylin was the first to break the silence, pointing at Cecilia with mock indignation. "Look at you! I went through all the trouble to invite him for a meal, and you just let him go without even chatting!"
"Marylin, I warn you—stop doing such childish things!" Blaze's brow furrowed, his voice cold and sharp.
"Have you ever heard the saying about sitting on a throne but not using it? That Shawn guy is handsome and kind—honestly, even I'd marry him! What's wrong with introducing someone like him to Cecilia?"
Clink!
Joey's teaspoon fell onto the table.
Blaze paused, glancing meaningfully at him before speaking in a calm, indifferent tone: "Then why don't you marry him?"
As expected, Joey swung his chair around to face Marylin, teeth bared like an angry leopard. "Marylin! What kind of comment is that?"
