Cold Formalities

“You can think however you like.” Desmond's voice was muted.

A frown immediately formed on Coralie's forehead when she heard that.

She glared at Desmond. What is he trying to do?

Is he throwing a drunken fit?

Or is he intent on making life difficult for me?

When Desmond found himself on the receiving end of her glare, his anger slightly subsided as a touch of reason returned to him. “It seems