The meal was full of undercurrents, but fortunately, Drake Howard managed to lighten the mood, so it wasn't awkward.
After the meal, the issue of where Leah should sleep arose, leading to a stalemate.
"I've already called back to the Shaw Mansion, and asked Mrs. Zhao to prepare a room for you," Richard Shaw said, standing under the streetlight in front of the restaurant, his tea-colored eyes gazing at her. He spoke softly, standing in front of a transparent floor-to-ceiling window, behind him a splendid crystal chandelier was brilliantly reflected off the glass, making him even more remarkable.
"It's not proper for Leah to live at the Major General Shaw's place without a proper status, it wouldn't be good for her reputation, plus Miss Delphine has a property in the Imperial City, and Leah's luggage is already there," Hawk Howard said lightly, his attitude somewhat firm, unlike his previous silent watchfulness.
