Hearing his words, everyone turned their heads, almost instinctively looking towards the silent man.
The man's large palm rested on the woman's hand, playing with her small hand in his own.
For as long as the meal had lasted, he had been playing with her hand under the table, completely indifferent to whatever else was being discussed.
It was only when he felt everyone's gaze land on his face that the man barely raised his eyes and asked coldly, "Is there a problem?"
His indifferent and distant demeanor was enough to send a chill down anyone's spine.
Emily Taylor could only muster the courage to ask, "That... Ethan, are these gifts something you prepared for mom?"
"Gifts?" The man only then diverted his attention from the woman's soft and adorable fingers to those sparkling, valuable jewels.
"No, the gifts I prepared for you are with Benjamin. If you want them now, I'll have him bring them over."
