How is that possible?
Even though she’s adopted, she’s registered with the surna Williams; she’s Victor’s sister for life, and she never thought of being his woman.
Olivia randomly thinks about it and doesn’t mind that phone call just now, leaning against the seat and closing her eyes to rest.
Denver turns his head to look at her, suddenly saying, "Could my judgnt be wrong?"
Olivia: "What?"
Denver looks at her, chuckling without words.
Olivia is stunned,
her face goes stiff, coldly ignoring him.
Denver can’t help but laugh, lightly coughing while holding back his amusent, saying, "Hmm, I an...zero romantic experience."
Olivia turns her head to look at him, "Mr. Petal, there’s a clause in our contract: not to interfere with private lives. Love affairs, whether past or future, are considered personal matters, right?"
Denver looks at her intently, "Of course."
"Very well," Olivia nods, "Please refrain from making such personal-interest-based speculations in the future, thank you."
"..." Denver is left speechless.
Olivia’s expression remains indifferent; she turns away to continue gazing out the window.
Denver smirks and stops speaking.
No more words along the way.
——
Six thirty.
The four arrive at Little Sheep on Virtue Road.
Koa Jackson has his arm around Mia Ginger, while Denver and Olivia walk alongside them, both silent.
Mia is quite curious.
Her gaze keeps unconsciously drifting towards the two, and Koa extends a hand from behind her neck, holding her face to turn towards him. He says to the leading waiter, "Get us a private room."
The waiter is montarily stunned, "The small rooms are all full."
Koa pauses, "Not a single one?"
Being Friday, he can understand the dinner rush, but he isn’t pleased with Mia being ogled by others.
The little girl is bald.
The waiter obviously quickly notices this as well, staring at Mia for a mont, then inquiring, "Would a large room work for you? It’s available, but I need to ask the manager on duty first."
Koa thinks for a mont, then nods, "Thank you."
"Please wait a mont." The waiter turns and walks away, quickly returning with a smile, "This way, please."
They are led to a large private room.
The room is much quieter and slightly cooler than the outer hall.
But it’s much warr than outside on the street.
The waiter brings four garnt bags over, and as soon as Koa sits down, he takes off his coat.
Mia looks at him and can’t help but pause.
In her mory, she doesn’t recall seeing a man wear a vest before.
So handso!
Koa’s shirt is as white as snow; each button from the collar down is neatly fastened, very ticulous. He’s wearing a black tie and a plain black vest, with no decorative patterns, very classic and simple, extrely proper and serious.
How did she end up with a man like this in the first place?
Mia stares at him in a daze.
Koa packs away his clothing, and seeing her silly expression, he can’t help but chuckle softly, leaning over to whisper, "Want to take your coat off?"
Mia: "..."
Why is this question so easy to lead one’s thoughts astray?
Her face turns red.
Koa’s long, white fingers are already reaching over, unbuttoning her coat.
Mia catches sight of Denver’s mischievous smile from the corner of her eye and quickly holds his hand, "I’ll do it myself."
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