He offered a gentle smile, just like he used to, his eyes filled with deep affection.
"What would you like to eat? The beef brisket and spicy crab here are excellent. We didn't get to have them last time. Do you want to try them now?"
Leo Lawrence's gaze was fixed on her, so he easily noticed the impatience on her face.
Evelyn Grant glanced down at the time, then gave him a cold look. She casually pulled out a chair and sat down. "I have a lunch appointment. I can only give you half an hour."
Leo Lawrence's smile froze. Disappointment washed over him like a tidal wave. He forced a twitch of his lips, his hands clenching into tight fists, and asked in a near self-torturous tone, "Are you meeting Preston Keaton?"
There was no reply.
She seemed utterly disgusted by his prying. With her eyes lowered, she refused to even look at him.
