As soon as Lily walked into the restaurant, she was practically blinded by the sight before her.
Ethan Wilson was sitting in the main seat, wearing a black knitted sweater, exuding an air of languid sexiness.
His hair, usually slicked back with gel when dressed in formal attire, now hung softly over his forehead.
In this state, he appeared more relaxed and homely and lost some of his usual firm and stern demeanor.
Next to him sat another tall figure.
David Redington wore a neatly tailored white shirt with the top two buttons undone and no tie, looking noble and aloof, his expression not particularly pleasant.
His short, compliant black hair fell over his forehead, partially hiding those deep blue eyes and obscuring his true feelings.
Ethan Wilson personally served a bowl of crab soup next to David, "Try this, see if it suits your taste."
The man, typically very cold toward others, now wore a smile on his face.
