Zachary Shane wore a black V-neck sweater today, a thin material, paired with casual suit pants of the same color. Although his attire was not formal, it mysteriously exuded an eerie and icy aura.
Well, this outfit certainly didn't suit his gentle and refined demeanor.
Amelia looked at his furrowed brows, seemingly lost in thought for just a few seconds, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you today? Did something happen?"
At her words, he snapped back to reality and lifted his eyes, said with a half-smile, "Can't you just hope for something good for me?"
Amelia felt a bit embarrassed, "Ah, Zachary, you know that sometimes I speak without thinking. I just felt you were acting a bit strange today... Alright, alright, if you don't want to talk, I won't ask. Let's eat."
After she finished speaking, she picked up her cup to drink water as a way to alleviate the awkwardness.
