"Babe?" She nudged him.
That was when he snapped back to the present.
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, you're right." He toyed with his cutleries.
Oh, man.
There was no mirth on Nessa's face anymore. She looked like she had swallowed something thick and uncomfortable which was stuck in her throat.
"Vance, honey, where was your attention? Are you thinking about business, perhaps?" his mother laughed, trying to remedy it.
But it was too late as Nessa already seemed hurt enough.
It was even more surprising that Vance didn't try to apologize to her or make her feel better.
For a couple of minutes, the table was quiet, save for the sounds of cutleries.
Then, Mr. Domayne spoke to Marshall for what seemed to be like the second time tonight.
"When were you going to tell us you were the Founder of Omnex?
