Aiden Grant opened the drawer, took out the cigarettes and lighter that Lily Shaw had bought for him, expertly lit a cigarette. His chiseled handsome face appeared a bit obscured in the hazy smoke, and his posture leaning against the chair back seemed somewhat lonely.
If Lily Shaw saw him looking like "I'm not smoking cigarettes, I'm smoking loneliness," she would probably walk over with an amused smile at the corner of her mouth, extend her slender hands to hug his neck tightly, and then plant a fragrant kiss on his cheek.
Unfortunately, the little woman who would act so coy is now at a bar with some young handsome guy!
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At this moment, Lily Shaw, who Eldest Young Master Grant was thinking of, had already arrived at the entrance of Roy Thompson's bar. She did not go in directly but looked around the surroundings. After a circle, she nodded in satisfaction.
