"Where is the person?"
The man looked in Grayson Sutton's blue-green eyes, asking anxiously.
"They're gone."
Grayson Sutton chuckled lightly, "Noah Bates, you really do have a way with the spotlight."
Noah Bates' face turned pale, the whole person as if suddenly drained of strength, he stood there, a sense of being at a loss washing over him.
Grayson Sutton crossed his arms in front of his chest, challenging with his attractive brows and eyes, "If I'm not mistaken, were you just getting angry over a once-rejected woman?"
Noah Bates couldn't come up with a rebuttal; he was shocked by his own loss of control, that he could do such a thing!
The man's silence deepened Grayson Sutton's gaze, "Noah Bates, I thought you wouldn't be moved by such a woman."
Noah Bates quickly denied, "Moved? By her? Worthy?"
The three successive rhetorical questions made Grayson Sutton's eyebrows rise, "If that's the case, then there's no need for such a big fuss."