Chapter 137 Goodbye Lance!

• The dining room of the Kasper mansion gleamed under the soft chandelier light, the elegant table set with fine china and crystal glasses. Edwin sat rigidly in his chair, hyper aware of Lance's presence across from him. His father, seated at the head of the table, seemed oblivious to the tension as he cheerfully served himself from the dishes the housekeeper had prepared.
• "This looks wonderful," Lance commented, his eyes meeting Edwin's as he reached for his glass.
• Edwin quickly looked away, focusing intently on arranging his napkin in his lap. But throughout the meal, he found his gaze repeatedly drawn back to Lance—to his lips as they curved around words, to his strong hands as they handled his cutlery with unexpected grace, to those mesmerizing gray eyes that seemed to bore into Edwin whenever their gazes collided.