A boy dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans walked side by side with a girl, passing by Emma Tremont's table.
His footsteps hesitated slightly at the sight of Charlotte, instinctively glancing at the person sitting opposite her.
His gaze suddenly met Emma's.
Aspen Savage still had that clean aura, like a teenage boy stepped out from a comic book. Unlike Declan Darcy, who always seemed to understand everything, projecting an attitude of indolent elegance, having a sort of refined ruffian vibe.
Emma unconsciously compared Aspen Savage and Declan Darcy in her mind.
Aspen Savage nodded towards Emma, who pretended not to see his gesture.
He did not make a fuss about it but instead smiled at Charlotte and walked to another table with the girl.
Charlotte looked at Emma, "Are you okay? You're alright, you have CEO Darcy, what's Aspen Savage compared to him, right? Silly Emma."
"Yeah..." Emma nodded, "Declan Darcy is the dream of every unmarried girl in Jarta. How lucky I am."
