"I-I don't understand..." My lips were quivering. "Grant was the last man I had intercourse with..." I paused, feeling betrayed right now. I was feeling disoriented, too. "Did you touch—"
"No." He chuckled. "I am not like that. I did not force myself on you."
"Then what?!" I asked impatiently by slamming the desk to intimidate him. "What is your proof that you are Criselda's father, not Grant?!"
He smiled sweetly. "You are really feisty. That is one of the reasons why I have come to be infatuated with you."
That made my blood boil. It was obvious he was diverting the topic and saying nonsensical things. I leaned forward and grabbed his collar. "Stop diverting it," I said through gritted teeth. "You think I would be fascinated to hear the confession of your love? For the whole year, I am with you, I already know how you will act to everything, Sylvester. So stop fooling around and take me seriously!"