Lethia wasn't dumb or naive enough not to grasp Zeran's point—or so she thought.
On the other hand, she couldn't deny the thrill that rushed her to turn her ranch on an international scale.
She hadn't expected him to be thinking that far ahead. But… why did it feel like he was rushing everything?
"Can't we just… get the ranch back first and slowly build it up to that international scale? I mean… I did have that plan. It was my father's master plan for the ranch and cheese farm. So, why—"
"If we can kill two birds with one stone, why wait? And…" Zeran paused, looking troubled. "Let's just say, we don't have much time."
He looked into her eyes with an intensity she couldn't explain, and she quickly turned her gaze away, afraid those damn blue eyes might hypnotise her again if she stared too long.
Lethia clutched the fabric of her gown in her lap as her eyes drifted toward the crowd visible from the parking area.
"But I—"
