Her gaze shifted between him and the woman hanging off his arm, taking in the situation with cool detachment. "George," she replied with a nod, deliberately ignoring the hint of challenge in his smile.
Seeing Lauren's casual response to George. Steffan, leaned back in his chair with a composed expression.
Unlike the tense energy that usually radiated from him whenever he saw him, George noticed that, tonight, there was something different in the way Steffan carried himself.
He saw how Steffan met his gaze with a faint, confident smile of his own.
"Dr. Rosse," George acknowledged with a slight nod, his tone respectful but laced with a trace of irony.
"Mr Wellington," Steffan replied smoothly, tilting his head slightly as if assessing him. "It's been a while."
"Indeed," George responded, his eyes flicking toward Lauren and then back to Steffan. "You seem to be enjoying the evening."
