Outside the window, the rain was visible, and their reflections appeared clearly on the clean, transparent glass pane.
When Erin Janus looked at Sylvan Cheney, her eyes were full of tenderness.
In the eyes of others, they seemed like a loving couple, casually chatting.
Although Sylvan Cheney maintained his usual aloof demeanor, Erin Janus's cheerful disposition matched him perfectly.
"Evan, what do you think is wrong with me? I still don't know why I'm unlikable, and is what I've given you not enough?" Erin Janus, a bit intoxicated, had a sarcastic curve on the corner of her lips. "I am my father's only daughter. Look, everything my father has will be mine in the future, mine... which means yours. Isn't that good enough?"
"Erin, fame and fortune are not my only pursuits, understand?" Sylvan Cheney's expression was displeased.
