The moment their eyes met.
Sylvia Sterling reminded him, "I have to be back before four."
"I won't hold you up," Jude Langley said with a gentle smile. "Have a seat. I'll just go change and be right back."
Sylvia Sterling walked over to the sofa and sat down.
Her gaze discreetly swept over the spacious apartment.
It was over four hundred square meters.
Expansive, yet not impersonal.
From the books under the coffee table to the potted plant on a stand by the sofa, every detail radiated the warmth of a lived-in home.
Soon, Jude Langley returned to the living room, dressed in a comfortable t-shirt and lounge pants.
At the sight of him, the corners of Sylvia's mouth lifted slightly.
Jude caught her subtle expression and paused. "What are you smiling at?"
Sylvia replied, "That's a nice look. It makes you look younger."
Jude asked, "I'm only two years older than you. Just how old do you think I am?"
"I didn't say you were old. You're in your prime."
