Both refined and handsome men, Taylor and Stephen bore some resemblance, yet they exuded entirely different auras.
The former carried himself with calm composure, every movement radiating elegance.
Calvin didn't seem like a businessman at all—more like a professor steeped in scholarly refinement.
The latter was easygoing and unassuming, yet his sharp, penetrating gaze and profound demeanor made it impossible to underestimate him.
"Mhm."
Sinclair responded indifferently, wrapping an arm around Camilla as they settled onto the sofa across from Taylor.
Taylor glanced at Kai.
"Two cups of black coffee."
"Understood."
Kai nodded and turned to leave.
"Wait—"
Two voices spoke in unison, halting Kai in his tracks.
Kai paused, looking back at them.
Taylor's gaze followed suit.
"I don't drink coffee," Camilla smiled faintly under their watchful eyes as she spoke with effortless grace.
"Just replace one of those with green tea, please."
