"No matter what, I still want to thank you."
Ava knew he was a person of deep emotions and loyalty, which was why she had previously been eager to get Julius Goodman into Splendor Pavilion, so she didn't think much of it.
Julius Goodman withdrew his gaze from Lucas White and placed Ava's legs on his own lap, gently holding her alabaster-like small feet, brushing off the dust and small pebbles clinging to her soles, and asked with concern, "Where are your shoes? Are your feet hurting?"
Ava shook her head, her face blushing as she withdrew her foot. It didn't matter how they acted at home, but in front of others, she wasn't thick-skinned enough to let him massage her feet.
"It's fine now, just that the shoes might not be retrievable."
"It's okay, I'll take you to buy some more tomorrow."
The shop hasn't been open lately, and he has plenty of time since the lawyer talks have mostly been concluded.
