The man finally raised his head, squinting, and looked at her.
Then he got up, walked over, and took a seat.
At the dining table, he displayed elegant manners, exceptionally noble, silent yet exuding a strong sense of pressure.
Eva Nightingale casually ate a bit before standing up: "Take your time eating, I've finished and need to go out for a while."
Lucas Knight raised his eyes, seeing the little woman already eager to run off!
Her slender fingers held onto the spiral-carved staircase as she dashed upstairs, her steps a bit hurried, seemingly avoiding his gaze, causing him to involuntarily smirk.
*
When Eva Nightingale came downstairs, she had changed into a low-key luxurious retro-style gown.
Her long, pale tea-colored hair loosely draped over her shoulders, she was indeed a graceful lady, and the gentleman's desire.
One must admit, beneath Lucas Knight's icy surface, his eyes gradually ignited.
She had dressed up deliberately, apparently intending to go out.
A date!?
