Chapter 253

While talking, his gaze drifted. It settled on Claire Richards’ lips, his eyes flickering like candlelight—soft and smoldering. That pair of usually cool, unreadable eyes now looked like they belonged to a seductive lead straight out of a classic boudoir drama, effortlessly tempting. Claire’s cheeks instantly flushed. Geez, can we eat in peace or what? We're having dinner here, sir! Could you dial down the flirt mode just a little maybe, Mr. Archer? Michael Reed, unfortunately swept up in the line of fire from Julian’s gaze, sat with his eyes glued to his plate, too scared to even lift his head. “Ahem.” Claire faked a cough, pushing away the hand hovering dangerously close to her lips. “Oops, wrong bite. My bad.” She went right back to gnawing on her goose leg like nothing happened. Julian chuckled, setting his napkin aside. “That’s fine. Wasn’t the first time you’ve bitten the wrong person, Claire.” Claire: “…” Michael and Kenneth Hall: “…” Her greasy goose leg slipped from her finger