"What's this?"
Calvin lounged lazily in his chair, a flicker of surprise dancing in his mesmerizing peach-blossom eyes.
"Could it really be because of that?"
The corners of his lips curled into a faint smirk.
"I thought you were so scarred by that man-eating flower that you'd sworn off love and resigned yourself to a lonely old age."
All these years, Taylor had poured every ounce of his energy into the Taylor family and Melissa, never sparing a thought for himself.
When it came to matters of the heart, he had shut the door completely.
Whether it was deliberate advances or chance encounters at banquets, he left no room for anyone to get closer.
Calvin gave off the air of someone who had transcended worldly desires, as if he might take monastic vows at any moment.
And yet, here he was, admitting that a livelier atmosphere might be nice.
Seems that the woman's return had left quite an impression on him.
