Grace barely resisted the urge to stab Davian with a fork.
For the past hour, he had been testing her patience with his absurd displays of affection. Worst of all, she had no other choice but to play along with.
Every time Grandfather Parker glanced their way, he would take the play up a notch. A hand over hers, a gentle brush of his fingers against her cheek, a whispered word meant to fluster her - he appeared to have done a thorough study on this.
And to make the situation worse - the old man was watching them closely. He was practically glowing with satisfaction.
"You two look so in love," Grandfather Parker said, beaming as he took a sip of his tea.
On the other hand, Grace barely stopped herself from choking on hers. She couldn't help but question the old man's common sense.
It's one thing that the two of them were putting on an act, but the fact that the old man really believed that they fell in love right after meeting - was an entirely different story.
