Grace looked at Shawn. He was wearing a white high-neck sweater, a long coat, a cap, and a mask. The outfit added a touch of gentleness to him.

"Mr. Griffin, are you afraid of the cold?"

Shawn looked straight ahead. "Very much."

Grace nodded in understanding.

There was a stretch of road leading to the venue's entrance. Grace didn't know what to say. Shawn saw through her and asked, "Do you feel awkward to see me?"

"No. I just thought you wouldn't come to such a noisy occasion. It's a bit unexpected."

"I used to like lively events."

"I couldn't tell. People who open teahouses usually like quiet, right?"

"You drink tea too. Do you like quiet?"

Grace buried her face in her scarf and smiled awkwardly. "No, I don't like quiet. I also like lively events."

beneath the mask. "Do

"Of course not."

his face, his eyes were bright,

do you always call me

know why, but you give me the feeling that you're

a bit in

venue, so she guided Shawn to his seat. "This seat is right in front of the heater. You shouldn't feel

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"After the gala, I'll take you to meet my second brother." Since she was close, her breath fanned over

to decline, but looking at Grace,

don't recognize him. Judging from the figure, he's probably some celebrity." Given how Caleb had

after, the gala officially began, and countless

"Gracie!"

stopped and turned around to see Lydia running toward her with a mask on,

answering me. How's

been kept so confidential that even the staff didn't know. There

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