In a private room at Nicharm, Dylan sat opposite Willa, his eyes fixated on her with unconcealed desire.
"Come on, Dylan. Your eyes are practically burning a hole through Ms. Taylor." Chase sitting beside him shot Dylan a disapproving glare before turning to Willa with a smile.
"Don't mind him, Ms. Taylor. He's just feeling a little frisky lately."
"I apologize if I've acted out of line, Ms. Taylor. I hope you can forgive me."
"We're all friends here. It's fine," Willa replied, glancing at Dylan with disdain before picking up her phone. "Why isn't Ivor here yet?"
"He's on his way. He'll be here soon." Dylan poured Willa a glass of wine and offered it to her obsequiously.
There was no denying that Willa possessed a pure beauty, different from Cassia's allure. She had the charm of a fi
