Chapter 127 Library And Drama

• Outside the ship's library, Edwin's hand hesitated on the ornate brass door handle. He'd changed three times before settling on blue jeans and a casual dark shirt, looking effortlessly charming. His hair was meticulously styled, though he tried to convince himself it was out of habit rather than a deliberate attempt to impress Lance.
• After taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, he finally pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. His sharp gaze swept the room—a marvel of old-world craftsmanship with walls lined with leather-bound volumes, plush reading chairs tucked into cozy alcoves, and a magnificent globe dominating the center. Afternoon sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting golden rectangles across the polished floor.
• He froze when his eyes landed on the figure standing near the window, clearly not Lance.