Once the lotus root slices were placed, the chopsticks were withdrawn.
Looking up again, she regarded the man across from her, one permeated with an upright aura, his handsome features sharply defined, with eyebrows like drawn swords and starry eyes, and deep, ink-black pupils that seemed bottomless, all vaguely hinting at a smile.
"Thank you."
Withdrawing her gaze, Flossie lowered her eyes to the bowl in front of her.
Picking up vegetables, eating her meal.
However, the gaze on her did not shift in the slightest.
Glenn Hutchinson watched her, his expression tinged with a touch of laziness.
He was not hungry.
He had some matters to attend to in Capital City in the morning, and although he was supposed to head directly to Vernon, he had made a detour here, delaying for several hours just to catch a glimpse of her.
So busy that he had forgotten even to eat, but once seated at the dining table, he felt no hunger.
