"Dad, what was that?" She whispered as she caught up with her father.
Samuel gave Oliver a knowing glance before he separated from the group, leaving the father and the daughter to have their conversation in peace.
"What was what?" Oliver shrugged in confusion as though he had no idea what Ivy was referring to. He feigned ignorance even though he knew what Ivy was trying to find out from him. His lips arched up on one side discreetly before he composed himself and trained his gaze on his daughter.
"I mean...Mr. Carter....What was that?" Ivy was too dumbfounded and she stumbled over her words, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"What about him?" Oliver stopped suddenly, pretending to realize what Ivy was trying to question him about. "Ohhh...." He dragged dramatically. "Are you talking about my small, harmless conversation with Samuel just now?"
