"Alright then, I'll just do as Lawyer Stanton says. I'll behave myself and be your capable partner at home."
He understood her relentless spirit, and respected her decision.
Letting public opinion brew was precisely to make Peter Pangbourne lower his guard.
Adrian leaned back against the sofa, resting his chin on one hand, his gaze intensely focused on Serena Stanton.
Today, she wore a simple white shirt and jeans—her air was cool and efficient. Her shoulders were slender, her skin nearly translucent, bathed in the office's bright lights, wrapped in a soft, dazzling glow.
A few strands of black hair slipped down against her cheek; she tucked them behind her ear with a refined, elegant gesture.
Even the way she ate was especially beautiful, red lips slightly parted, chewing delicately and slowly.
