Coffee shop.
Eddy Hawthorne roughly knew what coffee Aiden Shaw liked and ordered it for him.
Timing it, he had the coffee brought over.
Eddy Hawthorne stirred his coffee thoughtfully, then looked up at the waiter: "If there's nothing special, please don't disturb us, thank you."
The waiter nodded respectfully: "Certainly."
Less than three minutes after the waiter left, Aiden Shaw arrived.
He was dressed in a suit and tie, exuding an aura of cool elegance, his handsome face instantly becoming the focal point as he stepped into the coffee shop.
The lines of his side profile were absolutely perfect.
Only because he was ill, there was a hint of pallor in his features, making him appear as if he stood atop a snowy mountain, dauntingly unapproachable.
The gazes of others in the coffee shop followed him until he took a seat, then withdrew.
Eddy looked at his godson across from him: "You're here, I ordered a latte for you."
