Emilia Goldsmith bit her lower lip tightly, bent down to pick up her shoes, and gave the tall, elegant man one last look before saying, "No need to trouble yourself, I'll go back on my own, goodbye."
After speaking, she turned and walked away.
The night stretched her figure long and distant...
Lyle Westbrook watched her receding figure for a long time before moving.
10 minutes later, two black-clad bodyguards appeared respectfully by his side, bowing their heads and saying, "Young Master Lyle, you still have injuries, and the doctor said you shouldn't catch cold. The wind is strong by the sea, please head back to the hotel first. The Princess Consort is waiting for you to have dinner together."
Lyle Westbrook withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "Tell her I won't be going over tonight, let her eat on her own."
He paused, furrowed his brows, and added, "Also, help me prepare another hotel."
