Clarice suddenly met Ivan's eyes. His expression was very cold, a stark contrast to the tenderness of that rainy night.
'Now, they were strangers.' Clarice felt a twinge of pain in her heart.
Suddenly, the sound of a knife and fork scraping against a plate pierced the air, drawing everyone's attention to its source. Hunter expressionlessly put down his utensils. "Sorry," he said.
"This is not quite appropriate." Arnold forced a smile, "Clarice is still too young, just an intern. We can recommend someone more suitable."
Ivan concentrated on his meal, paying no heed to Arnold. Arnold's face gradually turned red, but he couldn't say much more.
The ringtone of a phone broke the silence at the table. After Hunter silenced it, Arnold's phone rang.
"Excuse me." Arnold got up to take the cal
