Chapter 842
- The man in the sharp suit held a wine glass by the stem. His dress pants framed a pair of impossibly long legs. An untouchable chill and quiet nobility hung on him, making it hard to look away.
- With that glaring contrast, when she looked at David Lawford again, her interest dipped. She just wasn’t into it.
- Bottom line, neither of them cared much. They were both just going through the motions with each other.