Jeffrey was dressed very formally.
He wore a navy blue shirt with a black suit jacket draped over his shoulder. To complete his look, a black tie was strapped around his neck. Put together, he looked sharp and refined, yet exuded an air of restrained allure.
He gazed at Willow with a faint smile. “Can I sit and have a coffee with you?”
After a brief pause, Willow returned the smile lightly. “Of course.”
Jeffrey set his briefcase down and sat down. Very quickly, a waiter approached and politely asked, “What kind of coffee would you like, sir?”
“Blue Mountain,” he replied with a tap of his finger.
The waiter nodded and left.
He sank back into his chair and habitually reached for a cigarette. Remembering where he was, he frowned and abandoned the idea. He tucked the cigarette away and turned his attention back to Willow.
They hadn’t seen each other for a while, and it seemed she had changed quite a bit.
She wore a fawn–colored woolen dress that outlined her slender, graceful figure. Her long raven hair cascaded loosely across her back. She wore no extravagant jewelry, save a singular, delicate chain adorning her collarbones.
This version of her radiated such a gentle warmth that reminded Jeffrey of a soft pearl.
“Have you arranged to meet a lawyer yet?”
“Are you here for business, Mr. Gibson?”
They spoke at the same time, creating a brief moment of awkwardness. Fortunately, the waiter arrived with Jeffrey’s coffee, easing the tension.
Jeffrey politely thanked the waiter and took a small sip of his coffee.
He began, speaking of something other than the divorce case, “I heard you bumped into Mrs. Chapman from Project Aurelia lately. Seems like you had a good conversation.”
Willow lowered her head and gently stirred her coffee. Her voice was soft as she asked, “How do you know about that?”
Jeffrey stared closely at her. “Mr. Chapman from Project Aurelia is a close family friend. Technically, he is my uncle, or more specifically, my first cousin once removed.”
She raised her head. “Oh? That’s unexpected. Julian never mentioned it.”
At the mention of Julian’s name, a subtle silence fell between them….
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She turned her face away, revealing her fair cheek. A rosy blush further accentuated her feminine grace.
Across from her, the man’s gaze seemed to linger on her face. He may be calm on the surface, but he was undoubtedly hiding
unreadable thoughts beneath.
Outside the café, a black Rolls–Royce Phantom was parked by the roadside. Its sleek body gleamed in the sunlight.
Inside the car, Julian sat in silence, watching the two of them.
One was his childhood friend, and the other was his wife.
He was no fool.
The way Jeffrey looked at Willow was not innocent. His gaze was that of a man who had taken interest in a woman.
If he remembered correctly, Jeffrey was a workaholic who had never fallen under the influence of a woman.
And now, he had–for his wife.
Should he be angry? Or should he take pride in his wife’s marvelous charm?
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