Olivia walked straight over to Matthew and casually slipped her arm around his.
She looked up at him, her eyes curving into a gentle smile, shimmering like a rose swaying in the summer breeze—captivating without effort.
The frost in Matthew's eyes seemed to melt instantly.
A warm softness spread across his gaze, and his voice, cool yet soothing like moonlight, sounded, "Nothing much, just having a philosophical chat with Mr. Walker."
Olivia raised an eyebrow, causing the tiny mole at the corner of her eye to shift slightly. She smiled and said, "We should get going. It's late, let's not disturb anyone."
"Alright."
Matthew's face turned icy again as he glanced up. "Mr. Walker, farewell."
With that, he and Olivia left, arm in arm.
Watching them walk away, Steven felt a sharp pain in
