With that collision just now, Vivian's mask had already tilted. She looked down at Theodore, her round almond-shaped eyes slightly widened, revealing an expression of confusion and unease.
Theodore, enduring the dizziness, spoke coldly, "Get up first..."
As he spoke, he got a clear look at the girl sitting on his waist. His pupils dilated for a moment, then regained clarity. Vivian hurriedly climbed off, only then noticing two unfamiliar men standing in the corner, probably secretaries. They wore expressions beyond words.
"S-sorry... I ran too fast, didn't notice..."
Vivian nervously tugged at her long hair, her voice growing softer, "Are you here for the ball too?"
Theodore stood up, brushing grass off his clothes. He didn't answer directly, his gaze lingering on Vivian for a few seconds, eyes coldly scrutinizing.
... This girl is strange.
They had been too close just now, such an intimate contact, yet he strangely felt no discomfort.
