Selina spoke softly, "Of course. I was so sad I cried."
Logan looked at her lazily, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "If you're so sad, how come I don't see a single tear?"
Selina's expression froze for a moment. After a long pause, she casually tucked her hair behind her ear. "Mr. Reid, haven't you heard? When grief reaches a certain point, you can't cry anymore."
The man let out a low chuckle, eyes dropping lazily. "The injury's on my chest, Mrs. Reid. Try not to give yourself away."
Selina suddenly realized she was lying across his chest. "…"
She scrambled up and took a step back. "Don't worry, I'm a professional when it comes to acting."
Just then, angry footsteps echoed from outside the door.
Amelia barged into the courtyard with a group of people. She looked down at Logan with a sneer. "Logan, you come home and immediately upset your father. Do you have any manners at all? He's getting old—can't you just give in a little?"
