The two of them just happened to sit opposite Bastian and could clearly see the icy expression on his face.
Tara Summer couldn't help but curl her lips upward, knowing he was angry, so she resisted the urge to laugh to avoid making this guy even angrier.
"Cousin?" Fiona Schmidt also sat down on the sofa, staring at Bastian's profile, marveling at the perfection of the man's features, and that silver hair, which didn't seem dyed. "…You're Tara Summer's cousin!?"
She was very curious because Tara Summer didn't seem to resemble him, and she had her doubts.
"Can't I be?" Bastian suddenly turned his head, his amber eyes meeting Fiona's gaze.
Fiona was startled, surprise showing in her eyes. Amber eyes were rare, especially among Easterners.
"You…" She stared at him blankly, her pretty little face filled with curiosity, "are you mixed-race?"
