Seraphina Quinn didn't answer his question directly.
She pulled her gaze from the man-made lake and looked at Damian Fairchild coolly. "Weren't you going to treat me to dinner? Let's go, then."
Damian Fairchild was a little surprised by this.
A look of pleasant surprise he couldn't suppress filled his deep, phoenix-like eyes.
"Okay."
"What do you want to eat?"
His eager voice sounded a little excited.
Seraphina Quinn looked at his eyes, red with excitement, and reached out to smooth his slightly wrinkled collar. Her voice was placid, without a single ripple. "I... haven't had your cooking in a long time."
At her words, Damian Fairchild's eyes grew hot, and the rims turned moist and red.
His voice was incredibly hoarse. "Then... my place? I'll cook for you?"
The sun had completely set, and the orange-red glow of the sunset on the horizon was breathtakingly beautiful.
