Hearing Evelyn Miles's words, Elara Don felt a bit queasy.
"Miss Grant is a well-known dancer with an elegant and refined demeanor; how could a rustic like me possibly compare?"
A rustic with no refinement!
That's what she said to humiliate Elara Don in the restaurant.
Evelyn Miles's face stiffened, meeting Elara Don's mocking gaze, finding herself a bit awkward.
"Charlotte, don't belittle yourself, you're great."
Unexpectedly, Damon Hawke suddenly interjected.
Elara Don was taken aback, subconsciously looking towards him.
The man dined gracefully, speaking in a casual tone, as if chatting about everyday matters.
Yet those familiar with him knew he rarely praised anyone.
Elara Don realized, feeling a surge of emotion in her heart.
She clearly decided to treat him like air.
But the moment he spoke, she couldn't control her emotions.
"Charlotte, later..."
"I'm full, you all enjoy."
Elara Don interrupted Damon Hawke, stood up with a cold face.
