Although no one was speaking at the table, Smelian could sense that the intimacy between Duke Lu Xia and Graces was not an act.
They would occasionally comment on which dish was particularly good, creating a natural and warm atmosphere that was pleasant rather than uncomfortable.
Everything was unnaturally harmonious.
It wasn't until she was halfway through her meal that Lu Xia remembered Smelian was also at the table.
She couldn't help but look over, her gaze landing on the man who was staring down into his bowl, lost in thought. "Smelian, is the dinner to your liking? If you have any dietary restrictions, you can tell the butler."
In that moment, Smelian truly felt like a guest, and Duke Lu Xia was treating him as a hostess would.
Ordinarily, this wouldn't have meant anything, but it was a stark contrast to how she treated Graces.
"It's delicious, thank you. I don't have any dietary restrictions."
