The sunlight outside the window spilled over the man, a metallic gleam layering his delicate features, making his distinct facial structure even more pronounced. Despite his gentle and elegant appearance, akin to an angel, his peach blossom eyes carried a dispassionate chill, devoid of any hint of emotion.
It was Lyle Westbrook!
Why would Lyle Westbrook come to her home?
Scarlett just happened to meet the man's gaze as he looked her way, taken aback momentarily. Before she could collect herself, he had already diverted his gaze. Standing up, he said, "Now that Prince Willie has returned, I won't impose any further."
