As she turned toward the Sovereign Suite, she sensed a powerful presence following leisurely behind her.
Serena didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.
Without stopping, she asked coolly, “Mr. Blackwood, didn’t you come to Le Céleste to eat? Why are you following me?”
The man took a few long strides, closing the distance between them. His tall, imposing figure cast a shadow over her.
Serena could feel the man’s distinct scent of pine, like smoke, surrounding her.
She felt a little awkward, unaccustomed to being towered over like this.
Just as she was about to step away, she heard the man’s low, lazy voice, the words ending with a slight, alluring drawl. “That’s right. I came to eat.”
Serena stopped and glanced sideways.
The man was leaning his head slightly, watching her with a gentle smile.
His devilishly handsome face, illuminated by the lanterns on either side, looked both regal and demonic.
Serena’s cool eyes flickered. “To eat, by following me?”
“Yes, by following you,” Nicholas replied, a lazy smile playing on his thin lips.
Serena was speechless. She had asked a question, not made a statement.
This man was shameless.
As she looked at him, he suddenly leaned in closer.
The scent of pine and smoke was mixed with the faint, almost imperceptible smell of tobacco.
The combination was unique and incredibly pleasant.
“I already owe you for saving my life. What’s one more debt for crashing a meal, right?” the man said with a roguish, charming grin.
Her name, “Serena,” seemed to linger on his lips, carrying a strange, intimate warmth.
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