Sylvan Cheney was wearing an impeccably tailored black suit, his figure was tall and commanding, possessing an aura that was unmistakable, even though he stood on a plush carpet, his presence was captivating and intimidating.
However, the light in his eyes remained cold and harsh throughout.
This was a look Erin Janus rarely saw, it even made her shiver a little.
She noticed that Sylvan Cheney's expression wasn't quite right.
Nevertheless, she slowly dragged her steps, touching her belly as she walked towards Sylvan Cheney: "Evan, you finally came, it's still raining outside, you must be tired."
Sylvan Cheney didn't move forward any further, he stopped.
His gaze met Erin Janus' eyes, the corners of his lips lifted in a faint, mocking smile.
Erin Janus felt uneasy under his stare, she reached up to touch her hair: "I just took a shower, didn't put on makeup, do I look different from usual? But it shouldn't be that much of a difference, you can't recognize me?"
