No matter how close he was with her, he never invited her to dance with him...
They once maintained the closest relationship, yet never had such a romantic moment...
The reason was simply because they were never lovers.
A faint sadness gathered in the heart, and suddenly, a steady male footstep sounded from outside the villa.
Alice immediately tossed aside the pillow and got up from the sofa, her eyes meeting Chester Robinson's just as he walked in.
Apparently not expecting Alice to be waiting for him in the hall, Chester's steps paused for a moment.
Alice ran over and affectionately took his arm, "Brother."
Chester loosened his tie and sat down on the sofa, speaking lightly, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Alice sat down beside him and said, "I was waiting for you to come back."
"Oh?" Chester Robinson's deep gaze lingered on Alice's face.
