"Young master isn't here either," Eve muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she glanced around the empty courtyard.
Her tone held a mix of disappointment and longing.
She had come hoping for a brief encounter, a shared glance, even a passing word—but once again, Riley was nowhere to be found.
Eve was not blind to the reality of her situation.
She knew she wasn't the only woman vying for Riley's attention.
In fact, she was probably one of the more pitiful cases.
While others had already secured a place by his side—wives, lovers, companions—she was still lingering on the sidelines, waiting for her chance.
From the very beginning, she had made her desires clear.
She had pursued Riley boldly, sometimes shamelessly.
She whispered sweet invitations, wore revealing robes, and made herself available at every opportunity.
Her body language left no room for confusion, and her eyes always lingered a little too long.
