The room seemed to fall silent for a few moments.
It felt as if a century had passed.
Dax Harrison remained unmoved, but his eyes seemed to sparkle with a hint of amusement that was hard to interpret.
He tilted his head, his gaze falling on Grace Webb, "I love everything about her."
Yvonne Finley slowly narrowed her eyes.
Why did his words...
seem to have a suggestive undertone?
But they didn't sound genuine.
Seemingly a seasoned player in the game of love, capable of whispering sweet nothings into the ears, going through all intimate acts as lovers, yet missing a reassuring heart.
Grace Webb maintained her gaze on the man's face for a few seconds, before finally scoffing lightly. She was hardly a woman tangled in love. Their relationship was one of mutual use; she admired him, he missed her, but as long as her heart remained undisturbed, free of love, she wouldn't trouble herself over such affairs.
It's not a problem.
Men are essentially a process of conquest after all.
