He appeared extremely patient, possibly due to Eva Nightingale's injury. At this moment, whatever he said or did, he was very mindful of the little woman's feelings.
His words and actions clearly indicated that if she was willing, she could go, and whatever happened, he'd cover for her, he'd back her up.
"Amelia Grant's legs are broken?" Eva Nightingale was incredulous, never having thought that the car accident would have left Amelia Grant in such serious condition.
"Yes."
His lips curved slightly, his every gesture and motion full of nobility, damned elegant rogue.
Eva Nightingale was almost swayed by his charm, but she quickly averted her gaze from his handsome face and brought the topic back: "Aren't you going to see her???"
After all, she's an old flame.
Previously, he had personally defended that daughter in the Emperor Grand Group's CEO office, and also gifted her a top-tier custom-made Chanel handbag.
