The man's face froze for a moment. Seeing Wyatt Lewis's extremely cold expression, a chill rose in his heart, and he dared not make any trouble again. He apologized a couple of times and hurriedly left with his wine glass.
Aria Richardson watched the man get scared by Wyatt Lewis, and couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.
"When you put on that cold face, you really resemble your brother. It turns out, the indifference of the Lewis Family is indeed etched in your bones."
Even if Wyatt Lewis was usually all smiles and never serious, the aura he should have was not lacking at all.
Wyatt Lewis looked at her lazily curling her lips into a smile, resumed his usual demeanor, and after a few seconds of silence, suddenly leaned toward Aria with an expression that begged for a punch.
Aria Richardson's eyelashes fluttered lightly. Faced with Wyatt Lewis's sudden approach, she was startled, instinctively leaning back.
