Yvonne Finley pushed him on his chest somewhat impatiently. "Caleb Baker, the way you're talking, makes it seem like I'm a terrible woman when in reality I've always been nice to you."
This time he snorts lightly and looks at her, a hint of skepticism in his gaze. He grasps her chin and tilts her head from side to side as if he were trying to size her up. "I need to take a good look."
"What are you looking at?"
"Checking if you're feeling guilty."
Yvonne Finley: "...…"
She subtly puffed up her cheeks. "I'm being serious with you."
At this moment, he released her and leaned back, sitting on the leather chair across from her with a playful demeanor. "I wasn't joking either, sister." His voice paused for a moment, his throat slightly hoarse. "You should know very well what kind of a person I am. You did investigate me, didn't you?"
His words are a statement of fact.
He knows everything
He really does know everything.
