After she finished speaking, Joan Harry ran off like a little rabbit.
As she left, a faint fragrance lingered in the air.
This elegant scent didn't fade away for a long time.
"I really came at a bad time, my apologies," Zaiden Santos chuckled lightly. "Feeling any better?"
"It's nothing serious."
"That's good, I'll just sit for a bit and then leave, so I won't disturb you," said Zaiden, his gaze ambiguous.
His visit indeed came at an inconvenient time, interrupting Sylvan Cheney and Joan Harry.
It seemed that the two of them were progressing well, faster than he had expected.
That's good, Sylvan was getting on in years; it was time to settle down and find a mother for his son.
He couldn't remain single forever; that would be preposterous.
Sylvan rubbed his temples; rumors about him had apparently spread, and one by one, people came to visit.
"You seem quite busy lately," Sylvan remarked casually.
