The vast cafeteria.
Amelia was biting into a pork rib, while Carl sat beside her, watching.
He really did seem like he was only here to bring her food—nothing else mattered.
Even as nearly all the female students in the school gathered around to watch, he merely raised an eyebrow. Occasionally, he let out a soft cough, exuding a cold, untouchable air, his presence distant and indifferent.
Only Amelia was close enough to him.
“You’re not eating?” she asked.
“I have a business dinner later.”
Unlike the students around them, Carl’s elegance and nobility were impossible to conceal. His presence was commanding as he typed out a message on his phone, his voice carrying a fluent and romantic French accent.
Seeing that he was busy, Amelia didn’t disturb him. Besides, braised pork ribs, sti
