His stuffiness eased, slipping away quietly as the lion tried to press himself into Sylene's arms. He almost forgot what Josephine had told him before the match—until the sound of silent footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.
Sylene stirred, quickly rubbing his eyes. But before he could rise, his gaze caught on a figure standing there.
A man in white and gold formal attire leaned casually at the end of the corridor. Elaborate jewelry adorned his outfit from top to bottom. A heavy sigh escaped him, and his carefree expression seemed oddly relieved. Designer hat shadowed half his face, but when he lifted his head, Sylene's heart skipped for a second.
Wow, what a charming man.
The lion sprawled against his chest gave a lazy whine, digging its claws into Sylene's clothes as if refusing to move.
"Thank goodness, there you are."
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Now he remembered what he'd forgotten—Josephine's words before the match. She had said another sponsor was supposed to meet him tonight.
