Milo Irving glanced at the box and looked back at Summer Thorne. "A frozen cake from a coffee shop chain. Quite the sincere gesture, Miss Thorne."
Summer Thorne heard him, but she neither argued nor explained.
'After all, she hadn't brought this cake with any sincerity—'
And yet, despite her utter lack of sincerity, Milo Irving was still able to speak to her so calmly. To Summer Thorne, it was nothing short of a miracle.
When it came to Milo Irving, she always seemed to witness these kinds of almost uncanny miracles.
'Since that was the case, what was the harm in pushing things a step further?'
"Could I ask you, Mr. Irving, how things with Leo Morgan are being handled?"
Milo Irving said lightly, "I would have thought that for someone who hates him as much as you do, Miss Thorne, you would have already received the news."
