As Casiano spoke, he paused. His peach blossom eyes, which hadn't rested for days, reddened again when they looked at Alla.
"Alla, that French restaurant isn't a couples' restaurant, it's just an ordinary Western restaurant."
"And the windows of the restaurant are made of LOW-E glass. You can't see outside at night..."
Alla, who was already stunned, trembled uncontrollably at these two sentences.
Casiano's fingers were always gentle and meticulous, lightly stroking her brows and eyes, as if comforting her lack of security.
"Melissa Howard's background involves the British royal family, which is quite special. If she were to act, she would have to fabricate an alibi."
"She asked me for help, to pretend to be her boyfriend. But I wasn't willing, and looked out the window, just as you came to find me."
After he finished speaking, he pulled her petite body into his arms. His peach blossom eyes, under thick lashes, were full of apology.
