Chapter 379: Chapter 377: The Person You Like Is Looking at You
Afraid that Silas Grant might come looking for her, Mia Grant didn’t stay in the restroom for long.
Before leaving, she checked her reflection in the mirror.
Only after confirming she didn’t look too disheveled did she head out.
On the way back, Mia Grant forced the chaotic mess of thoughts from her mind, compelling herself to calm down.
’Whatever has happened or is going to happen, it can all wait until tomorrow.’
’Today, she didn’t want to be a killjoy.’
Back near the course, Mia Grant ordered a cold drink, hoping to wash away the metallic taste in her mouth.
Just as she handed the menu back to the waiter, she heard a woman laughing not far away.
She couldn’t help but glance over and see the woman standing next to Silas Grant.
They both had their backs to her, so Mia Grant couldn’t see the woman’s face. Fortunately, she recognized her outfit from a short while ago.
It was the young lady from the White Family.
’What was her name again...’
’She really couldn’t remember.’
Before today, Mia Grant’s only impression of her was from the night of her date with Silas Grant.
Because that was the very night Silas Grant had caught her.
That’s why it had left such a deep impression.
She never found out how their date had gone that night.
Silas Grant had been furious at the time, so she hadn’t dared to ask.
From the looks of it now, their relationship hadn’t soured; they seemed to be getting along quite well.
Mia Grant watched for a few seconds before averting her gaze. After a moment’s thought, she followed the waiter away.
"Is there anything else, miss?" the waiter asked, stopping and turning around when he heard her footsteps.
"Where’s the lounge?"
The waiter replied, "Please, follow me."
Mia Grant was leisurely sipping her cold drink in the lounge when, before long, someone came to find her.
The glass door was pushed open from the outside, and Silas Grant’s eyes immediately fell on the figure sitting on the sofa, sipping a drink and eating dessert.
"I thought you were going to the restroom."
"Oh." Mia Grant held up a bottle of water from the table. "I came to get you some water."
Silas Grant walked over with a smile, not calling her out on her little lie. He took the water and sat down beside her. "Thanks."
Mia Grant raised an eyebrow. "Finished already?"
"Yeah."
"So soon?"
"You weren’t there, and I was bored by myself."
Golf isn’t just a social activity. It’s mostly a competition against oneself—a long and tedious form of recreation.
But with her gone, he couldn’t quiet his mind, so he cut his game short and came to find her.
"Ready to go home?" Silas Grant asked her.
Mia Grant shook her head. Finishing the last bite of her dessert, she stood up. "Let’s go. You can teach me."
—
Back on the course, Quinn White was gone.
Mia Grant took the club from the caddy and, holding it, tried to mimic Silas Grant’s swing from memory, taking a couple of practice strokes.
Silas Grant was a very patient teacher. He came up behind her and placed his hands over hers.
The posture felt incredibly secure. Enveloped by his presence, Mia Grant’s mind went blank as she simply allowed him to guide her hands through a gentle swing.
Mia Grant didn’t have an athletic bone in her body; she had never even participated in sports days back in school.
All her focus had been on her studies, leaving no time to exercise.
After she started working, she had even less time.
Compared to working up a sweat, she much preferred finding a cool spot to sit and read a book.
After teaching for a short while, Silas Grant noticed she was distracted.
"Not feeling well?" His hand left her wrist and moved to her forehead to feel her temperature.
Her temperature was normal.
Mia Grant snapped out of her daze, stared at the lush green lawn for a few seconds, and then took a swing on her own.
She had no idea where the ball flew and couldn’t be bothered to look. Tossing the club aside, she said, "I’m done. This is no fun."
Silas Grant’s brow twitched. He could tell her mood was low.
"It’s more fun watching you play, anyway. You go ahead."
She slipped out of his embrace, walked over to the side, and sat down again.
Silas Grant was in no mood to play. His eyes simply followed her as she moved.
He tried to pinpoint the source of the problem.
But before he had a chance to think, a voice abruptly cut in from a short distance away—
"Nike Grant, long time no see."
Following the voice, Mia Grant looked over at the same time as Silas Grant.
Mia Grant didn’t recognize the man walking toward them.
But the woman beside him looked familiar.
It was Quinn White.
Their gazes met for an instant before Mia Grant coolly looked away.
She and Quinn White weren’t close, so there was no need to greet her.
The two of them had already approached. Quinn White introduced the man to Silas Grant, explaining that he was her cousin.
Her cousin apparently wanted to discuss business with Silas Grant, so he suggested they play a round together.
Silas Grant declined. "Today isn’t convenient. I don’t discuss work during my personal time. Mr. Bowen, you can bring a proposal to the Hughes Corp to find me another day."
They were all from prominent families, so an old fox like Silas Grant would give them at least a little face, ensuring they wouldn’t be left in an awkward position.
Mr. Bowen smiled and agreed. "You’re right, Nike Grant. But it must be boring for you to play alone. Let’s play together. Plus, Quinn is here, and she can keep this... young lady company."
Instantly, Mia Grant felt several pairs of eyes land on her.
Sitting alone in the chair with her chin in her hand, she did look quite lonely.
After a moment’s thought, she nodded. "Sure, why not."
She had no objection.
If someone else kept Silas Grant company, it would save her the trouble. Besides, she really didn’t feel like moving.
"You men go have your fun, and we girls can have a nice chat." Quinn White casually walked over to sit beside Mia Grant. She flipped open a nearby magazine and began chatting with Mia Grant about a certain brand’s latest collection.
Silas Grant stared at them for a long moment, only relaxing after making sure Mia Grant wasn’t showing any sign of displeasure.
Once the men were a good distance away, Quinn White slowly lowered the magazine. Her tone had lost all its earlier warmth, like a fire doused with cold water, kicking up choking ashes that scattered in the air.
"Miss Grant, why are you still around Mr. Grant?"
Hearing this, Mia Grant remained in her pose, chin resting on her hand. She casually flipped through the magazine the other woman had set down and asked coolly, "Is it strange that we’re together?"
"Whether or not it’s strange depends on what kind of ’together’ we’re talking about."
"I thought you’d have taken my advice from last time."
"Or were you just putting on an act in front of me last time?"
"Were all those things you said to me just lies?"
A slight furrow appeared between Mia Grant’s brows. Only then did she raise her eyes to meet Quinn’s.
Their eyes met, and this time, Mia didn’t look away.
Quinn White stared right back at her.
Neither would back down.
Until Mia Grant’s lips suddenly curled into a mocking smile. "You’re the one who was lying, aren’t you?"
Quinn White froze. "What did I lie to you about?"
"You said you used to like Silas Grant, but not anymore. That marrying him was just about finding someone reliable and top-tier in our circle, just to keep up appearances."
"But if that were really true, you wouldn’t be reacting like this now that you see me with him."
"What are you talking about? What kind of reaction?" Quinn White demanded.
Mia Grant raised an eyebrow. "Losing your composure."
"..." Quinn White snatched the magazine from her hands and slammed it onto the table.
Her red lips parted, but just as she was about to speak, she heard Mia Grant add languidly, "Miss White, you should watch your tone. The man you like is looking over here."
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