Sure enough, Hearst saw it.
No wonder he was so weird just now. He was making innuendoes.
Anaya explained, "We just made small talk. Nothing special."
Hearst pecked Anaya's neck and said in a husky and low voice, "What did you talk about?"
Anaya was tickled by his peck. She pushed his shoulder and said, "Today I heard something about my brother at the banquet, so I asked him."
"Tell me the truth."
He grabbed her hand.
Anaya's hand was slender and fair. When wrapped in his large palm, her hand seemed delicate and fragile, as if it would break at any moment.
Anaya said stubbornly, "What I said is the truth."
Hearst was jealous. If he knew the truth, he might torture her.
Hearst couldn't get the truth. He pinched the sides of Anaya's lower jaw, forcing her to turn to him. And then he pecked and kissed her.
He kissed her so hard as if he was punishing her for lying.