Chapter 655

Of course, there was also that faint, almost imperceptible glimmer of hope. Irene's eyes remained fixed on Lambert, unblinking, until he finished the entire cup of tea. Only then did a spark of joy flicker in her gaze. Her palms were slick with cold sweat, betraying the intensity of her excitement and nervousness. Once Lambert drained the cup, he made to leave. But Irene stopped him. Lambert narrowed his eyes, his gaze icy as it settled on her, as if to say, 'The tea's gone. What more do you want?' That look pierced Irene’s heart like a needle, the sting lingering for a brief moment—but she steeled herself. Softly, she said, "Let me walk you back." Lambert replied indifferently, "No need." Irene bit her lip, hesitating before finally murmuring, "Then at least let me see you to the door. Next time we meet, Mr. Stone, I hope we can be friends." She met his eyes with startling frankness, though deep within them shimmered a barely concealed mist of emotion. Lambert frowned, studying her fa