Chapter 9 Your Usual Table?

• "Mr. Lorraine, how nice to see you again. I didn't know you were back in town."
• "I arrived just a week ago," he explained with a soft smile that didn't seem genuinely sincere, rather it seemed fake... a kindness that he had rehearsed so well that it was difficult to notice unless his interlocutor knew him very well.
• "And very well accompanied, as always," the man didn't hesitate to thoroughly sweep the girl's body from top to bottom with his gaze until Marius cleared his throat and glared at him for being so brazen, provoking the possessiveness of the Frenchman. He was the only one who had the right to do that, to look her up and down like that.