Chapter 40

Soren was sitting on the couch with one arm draped casually over the backrest. He was gazing at Tara with that dangerously charming look of his. In his eyes was a glint of something that could only be described as desire. Tara didn't notice the danger hidden in his gaze. She had always been relatively relaxed around Soren. Maybe it was because he was never serious, but she hadn't built up much of a guard with him. She moved lightly, quickly setting the lunch out on the dining table. Soren's suite was on a completely different level compared to her room. His included a study, a living room, and a bedroom. It was luxurious in every way. The other members' rooms were most likely similar to Soren's. "Mr. Farrell, please enjoy your meal." After saying that, Tara pushed the cart and left his room. Soren, who was still seated on the couch, remained silent. His usual laziness was gone. He was now wearing a dark and unreadable expression, as though something was weighing on his mind. …