He reached out and hugged Ivana Bennett as she threw herself into him. Lucas Walker held her tightly by the waist, his head lowered, comfortingly kissing her hair.
Observing the embraced pair, many young girls teared up, looking at Ivana with utmost envy.
Not far away, Judy's lips curled up, her silver-gray eyes equally filled with unshed tears.
"Oh my God, I never would have thought my little king would be so romantic!"
The woman standing nearby tightly pursed her lips, her face still displaying her usual stern coldness, but behind her spectacles, there was a sparkle of emotion.
On one side of the hall, in the darkness, a slightly pale hand slowly extended from the leather sofa. It picked up a wine glass from the nearby table and gently swirled the glass.
The dark red wine inside the glass swirled, and looking from above, one could perfectly see the figures of Ivana and Lucas.
