Lucien lowered his head, the back of his neck flushing red, and had to use a lot of effort to not let out a small moan.
Dominic Vance extremely liked this feeling. The feeling that everyone around knew nothing, and only he could see the youth's reactions. Only he knew that beneath the snow-white tablecloth on the table, the thighs of this teenager were trembling in waves from being teased.
Right when the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous, the restaurant door suddenly opened.
The person who walked in surprised Lucien. It was actually Miles Sinclair. His gaze discreetly swept over the people sitting in front of him as he secretly calculated who among them had informed the other. He did not believe that Miles Sinclair could have coincidentally run into them here. Looking at that sullen face of his, even if someone paid Lucien, he still would not believe it was a chance encounter.
He looked as if he was coming to catch them cheating.
