The young woman was around twenty years old. She wore a maroon coat over a pure white dress, her long, thick black hair cascading down her back. She exuded youth and vitality.
Damian Fairchild's gaze lingered on her face for a good while before he finally spoke. "What are you doing here?"
Chloe Kendall held up the pastries she had brought and said:
"I made some Veldtmar-style pastries by hand. I wanted to bring them for you to try, but I didn't expect you to come back so late."
The young woman was incapable of hiding her feelings.
Besides, Chloe Kendall's adoration for him was written all over her face.
Damian Fairchild didn't beat around the bush. "You like me?"
At his words, Chloe Kendall's cheeks instantly flushed with embarrassment.
She lowered her head and said nothing.
Seeing this, Damian Fairchild added, "I have a wife and a son..."
When Chloe Kendall heard this, she quickly looked up at Damian Fairchild and said hurriedly, "I… I don't mind…"
