The rectangular wooden dining table was not large, but it looked grand.
Lily placed the breakfast in front of Dylan. While standing with a slight bend, she put her elbow on the table and held her face with one hand. Then, she looked at Dylan as if she were his wife, who was fascinated by him.
She was tempted to take off his clothes and see what sort of soul he had inside.
Dylan wasn't used to having people stare at him while he ate.
They locked their gazes on one another. None of them moved or talked at that moment.
"Why don't you come home at night, Mr. Hudson? Are you scared of me or... Do you have another home outside?" She smiled. Her words seemed to imply something more.
She was curious. Although Dylan was quiet, he was one of the most outstanding men in Baile, whether in terms of body build, wealth, or appearance.
