An exquisite Black Forest cake sat before Martin Quinn. It was hard to imagine such a cold-blooded man enjoying sweets—and he was the type who couldn't live without them.
Martin Quinn elegantly cut a small slice of cake and placed it in his mouth, savoring it as if it were the greatest pleasure on earth. The sight could tempt even those who disliked sweets to take a bite. With looks as handsome as his, if he were to shoot a commercial, the cake would undoubtedly be a massive hit. Of course, that was just a fantasy. Who would have the nerve to ask the heir of the Quinn Family to film a cake commercial?
Seraphina Sterling's mind wandered as she quietly watched him slowly polish off nearly half of the Black Forest cake.
He sat while she stood.
He ate while she watched.
'Isn't this a little too pathetic?'
Just as Seraphina Sterling was about to drift off, Martin Quinn finally spoke.
