Sebastian Lockwood chose a few of her favorite dishes, settling on a bowl of congee with greens and minced pork and a vermicelli bun for her.
Sylvie Lockwood hung up the phone, feeling like she was going to lose her mind.
'We've known each other for twenty or thirty years. What embarrassing side of me hasn't he seen? And now I'm actually starting to care about my image.'
'I'm really going crazy!'
'It's not like I've never dated before. Why am I being so timid now?'
—
By the time the two of them returned to the compound, Sylvie Lockwood was, for the first time in ages, chatting with Mr. Lockwood in the yard.
Her eyes met Ryder Sharp's, and she smiled, waving a greeting. "Thanks for breakfast this morning."
"You're welcome."
"I'm moving my luggage to Valeridge Residence this afternoon. If you're free, come help me move my things."
"Okay."
