Unable to comprehend what was happening, I took a deep breath in and spoke.
"Ahem! Excuse me, gentlemen. If I may and if it would not be too discourteous to the both of you, but may I ask? Why is the two of you calling each other and addressing each other by your names? I am quite lost in my thoughts about it," I ended as my eyebrows furrowed.
Brother stared at me with a mixed expression of doubt and amusement. "Csilla, what are you talking about? Do you even know what you are saying right now?" brother Seymour William asked me as he fiddled around his fingers through his palm as if he was playing with it.
However, I was the one who asked him first. Therefore, I won't talk. Not until brother Seymour William answers my question. I bore my eyes to him and stared at him as deep as I could, maintaining an intent eye contact.
Then suddenly, the smug grin looped around his lips slowly disappeared.
