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Chapter 125 The Man in Burgundy

But what Laly think?!

He did like her. He was wearing all black, and even if she found it gloomy or boring, it didn’t matter.to hum

Ouly whers would dress up for Lily!

All day. Simon kept reminding himself that he wasn’t looking forward to this date–didn’t care about it

one but

And yet, three hours before the scheduled time, he still grimly ordered his assistant to prepare a few suits for him and had a stylist come in to do his hair

Lily sdidn’t really want to trouble James by having him come pick her up at the recording studio.

But she didn’t know where the date was, and she didn’t have his number. All she could do was wait for him.

He was very punctual.

He’d said he’d come at seven, and sure enough, at 6:59, she saw his car pull up not far from the studio.

As they drove, she couldn’t help but wonder what her blind date would be like.

There were several moments when she really wanted to ask

But every time she looked up, all she saw was the cold back of his head, clearly radiating “don’t talk to me energy. So she held it in

Whatever. I’m going to see the guys enough. Doesn’t really matter if I ask or not.

When they arrived, her date was already there

James pushed open the ornate double doors inlaid with gold. The moment they opened, Lily’s eyes were drawn to the man standing by the flour–to–ceiling window, framed by heavy velvet curtains embroidered entirely by hand.

had his

see his

upright frame gave off an effortless elegance–like a lone pine on a mountain cliff. Even

exuded nobility and

He twirled a wine glass lazily in his fingers, welding a

He looked good

fall for

of him was

O

The

starting to think

clearly put some thought into setting her up with

last relationship had left her with

thought that maybe she was

better to stay away from men. She’d

failed relationship–that was John’s fault, not hers. Just because she made one terrible choice

out to be kind and like–minded, she’d be open to

had already been there for an

the date was just a

weathered all kinds of storms–this was

reason to be

the time, the more erratic his

footsteps behind him–James and Lily approaching–his heart started pounding in his chest like a war drum. Even the wine bottles in the temperature–controlled cabinet seemed to be glowing

like they were being dyed in

I brought

made Simon’s

of the wine glass with a flushed face, he turned around stiffly and gave a proud, awkward

got a good

his memory, Simon was always in black–proper,

first time he’d seen him in such a showy shade of