It was as if it was just a dream he dreamt; when he woke up, it was all gone.
Tonight, apart from the staff, there wasn't a single guest at the Pinewood Lounge.
The two walked in one after the other, Baron Roan still holding that bouquet of lilies, seemingly unwilling to let go.
So much so that the lounge manager almost dropped his jaw in surprise.
Their lounge was elegantly decorated and often rented out for confessions or proposals by wealthy individuals, thinking today was no exception.
Who would have guessed the main character is their boss?
And isn't it a woman who rented out the whole lounge? Why does it now look like the boss is going to confess?
Anyway, as long as the service was satisfactory, that was all that mattered; they dared not speak up or question it.
They only looked at Ava Kent with even more respect.
