A sharp glint flashed across the man's eyes, carrying an overwhelming pressure that shot straight at the girl opposite him.
Xylia Xandrell bit her lip tightly. Even though she tried hard to control herself, she still couldn't withstand the aura that the man kept exuding.
The girl lowered her head, a sour feeling rising in her heart.
Clearly, he was the person she once knew best, so why couldn't she remain calm and composed in front of him now?
So timid and cowardly like a frightened stick.
"I didn't know when you'd come, so I haven't ordered coffee for you. What would you like to drink?"
Mason Bennett leaned back on the chair, legs crossed, elegant and noble in contrast to the uneasy girl opposite him.
"If I hadn't come, how long would you have waited?" he asked indifferently.
Xylia Xandrell raised her head, her bright eyes fixedly staring at Mason Bennett, her tone firm.
"You said you'd come, so you'd definitely come."
