Chapter 323

Under the bright lights at the entrance of the club, those eyes behind the thin golden glasses were bottomless-dark as ink. A second later, the man suddenly let go of her hand. "It's freezing. Don't freeze yourself just to look good," he said, voice cool as ever. "Go on home." Calliope's heart was still in overdrive. She instinctively stepped back a few paces, keeping a safe distance. The Bentley was already parked silently under the arched driveway, and a bodyguard stepped out to open the door for her. The wind had picked up again, blowing the oversized blazer she wore into chaos. She quickly held her coat down, then muttered, "Thanks, Mr. Hilliard... I'll replace this one for you." She still remembered clearly-last time she'd dirtied his blazer, had it dry cleaned, and sent it back, only for his assistant to toss it without a second glance. But just then, his low voice came from above her. "No need. Just have it cleaned and returned." She looked up, surprised. He met her gaze and add