At that point, Griffon paused. His hawk eyes, which hadn’t had a proper rest in the past few days, were red-rimmed once more when he looked at Taya.

“The French restaurant is not a romantic restaurant for couples.

It’s just an ordinary western restaurant.”

“The gla*s installed in the restaurant is LOW-E gla*s, which means guests can’t see what’s going on outside at night…”

Eyelashes of the stunned Taya fluttered uncontrollably when she heard those words.

Griffon’ fingers were gentle and delicate as always in stroking her eyebrows as if to overcome her insecurities.

“Emelyn’s identity is quite unique in the sense that it involves the Aronland royal pack. If...