Without another word, Calvin strode leisurely toward the room, his long legs carrying him with effortless grace.
Aria immediately gathered the hem of her dress and quickened her pace to keep up.
She knew all too well—Calvin was displeased, and it was all because she had dared to ask about *that woman*.
The thought made her eyes brim with resentment and frustration.
Calvin didn't pause until they reached the door of the private room.
Then, with practiced tenderness, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind Aria's ear, his peach-blossom eyes glinting with their usual deceptive warmth.
"Make it convincing."
Even though she knew it was all an act, Aria's heart still fluttered at the sight of that face.
*If only a man like this could truly be mine...*
"...Yes." Calvin didn't say another word.
A faint smile playing on his thin lips, he casually wrapped an arm around Aria's slender waist as they walked in.
Meanwhile, on the eighth floor...
