Chapter 97 Please Take a Seat, Mr Germaphobe

• Cynthia stepped toward the shadow leaning against the doorstep and exclaimed in surprise, “Why are you here?”
• “I’m here to attend somebody’s engagement banquet, of course.” His low and magnetic voice sounded nonchalantly, his sarcastic tone concealing nothing. “How would I dare miss the chief designer’s engagement banquet?”
• “Come on, James. You just want to see this once-in-a-lifetime play starring me.” Cynthia snorted, then proudly raised her chin. When she looked up, she happened to see his sharp side profile, its outline clear against the backlight.