The Young master of the Easmond family

The room instantly plunged into silence at her words. The atmosphere became tensed and rigid as Ayana met the gazes of the two young masters with vivid seriousness.

''You have a funny way of cracking jokes, Young miss Kingston.'' Young master Easmond said with a smile. But Ayana could instinctively tell that the sixteen-year-old was not smiling at her.

''Unfortunately, I have to tell you that I am not, Young master Easmond.'' She gave an instant reply to show that she was serious with her words.

''...'' Perhaps sensing the lack of mischief in her tone, Ayana watched as the Young master Easmond dropped all the pretenses and regarded her in a distant manner.

His warm brown eyes, which were so welcoming, now eyed her indifferently, much colder than her fiancé beside him. Such an abrupt change brought chills to Ayana's heart.