Jeffree lay in his lounge chair in the garden, and habitually narrowed his eyes as he looked at Gloria.
Gloria still had a black veil draped over her face, and her fists were clenched tightly, with veins bulging on the backs of her hands. She stood ramrod straight, and her purple eyes pierced through her veil as she looked directly at Jeffree. Her voice was very firm, and was a manifestation of her determination.
They were the only two people in the garden, and the atmosphere was very peaceful yet oppressive.
Jeffree was silent for a long time before finally asking, "What gives you the courage to say something like that to me? Or in other words, what makes you think that I would accept a woman as the heir to the Moreton Family?"
