Dwayne propped his elbow on the high–legged round table, leaning against it as he gazed at her.
I don’t know how long it has been.
He was dressed in a very formal all–black suit, with his short hair neatly combed and shiny. The Dwayne she knew was cold and indifferent, seeming indifferent to everything, but at this moment she saw a hint of a seemingly nonexistent heat in his
eyes.
Dorothy tightened her grip on the wine glass and calmly looked away.
Dwayne’s gaze shifted as well, clinking glasses with the person who came to greet him, the two of them as usual pretending not to know each other in public.
After Keith extricated himself from the guests, he walked straight to Dorothy and said, “There you are.”
“Have you finished chatting?”
He nodded and looked at Tyrell.
Tyrell reached out his hand for a handshake, “I have heard of Mr. Wexley’s great name.”
“Are you Carsen Calhoun’s grandson?” Keith shook his hand and quickly let go.
“Mr. Wexley knew my grandfather.”
“The elders at home know each other, but I am not familiar with them.”
The two of them exchanged polite remarks, with each taking turns to speak, but between their words, there was an indescribable atmosphere.
Dorothy was just about to turn and walk away when/she suddenly bumped into the man nearby, her red lips brushing against his collar, leaving a mark.
Smelling the faint and familiar scent of laundry detergent on the man, she felt completely overwhelmed.
Dwayne lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the lipstick mark on his collar, then lifted his eyelids to lock onto her, his voice low, “Miss, your lipstick got on me.”
He was fine when he didn’t speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, people around him all turned to look.
Dorothy’s face looked slightly unpleasant, and in a flash, she smiled and replied, “Sorry, Mr. Larrt, I didn’t notice.” With that, she took out a pack of tissues from her bag, “Would you like me to wipe it for you?”
Dwayne didn’t move, nor did he take the tissues.
“What luck this woman has, not only standing next to Mr. Calhoun and Mr. Wexley, but also being approached by Mr.
Lambert!”
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“If you were as beautiful as her, you could too.”
“Same people, different destinies.”
Dorothy pondered for a few seconds, smiled, “Forget it, Mr. Lambert probably wouldn’t use other people’s things, it was my
rudeness.”
She wanted to take back the tissue, but the man held her wrist.
Dorothy’s back stiffened, wanting to pull back, but the man held on tighter and chuckled, “Didn’t you say you were going to wipe it for me?”
She looked at him in confusion.
That…
There was always something
about it.
In front of a large audience, she couldn’t bring herself to reveal her identity and nervously asked, “Can Mr. Lambert let me go
now?”
He let go.
Dorothy took out a tissue and handed it to him.
Dwayne squinted and scrutinized her.
Others did not know what the two were talking about, only that “Mr. Lambert took the initiative to pull the woman, and the woman handed him tissues twice. There was still lipstick from the woman on Mr. Lambert’s collar, but Mr. Lambert was not
angry.”
After this series of actions, everyone suspected whether Mr. Lambert had taken a fancy to the female companion brought by
Mr. Wexley.
“Mr. Lambert didn’t answer, is he deliberately making things difficult for my companion?” Keith walked over at this moment to help Dorothy out.
The heirs of two great families stood together, one elegant and lazy, the other cold and stern, both a visual feast.
“Companion?” Dwayne took the tissue from/her hand, smiling mysteriously, “I really had no idea that Ms. Acosta had such social skills to win the favor of Mr. Wexley/last time it was Mr. Calhoun.”
When Dwayne said “Ms. Acosta,” everyone understood.
He was an acquaintance.
I was even more curious about the identity of this “Ms. Acosta“.
Dorothy stood calmly in the curious gaze of the crowd and calmly retorted, “Mr. Lambert doesn’t know what’s normal, after
all we-”
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In the man’s slight frown, she changed the subject, “Not familiar
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