"Mrs. Ashworth, my apologies. That was careless of us," Clayton Winters said, his tone apologetic.
Gemma Montague's attention had been on Sidney Winters, so the voice startled her, reminding her others were present. "It's fine. I was the one who wasn't careful."
Looking at Clayton Winters's gentle expression, Gemma Montague felt a strange stirring in her heart.
When his gaze met Gemma's, Clayton Winters's brows furrowed slightly. 'Those eyes… they're so familiar. Why do I feel this way?'
Afraid she might give herself away if she lingered, Gemma Montague quickly tried to leave. "I have something else to attend to, so I'll be going now."
"Alright." Seeing his father's dazed expression, Sidney Winters simply nodded to the woman in the car.
Before Clayton Winters could snap out of it, the red sports car was long gone.
"Dad, what's wrong?" Sidney Winters gently patted his father's shoulder, giving him a quizzical look.
