"I'll drink for her."
With a sudden voice from behind, the cup of bitter gourd juice that had been handed over was taken away.
Nora Scott turned around, unprepared, and a familiar face came into view.
The light was so soft that it was almost hazy, falling on that person's face, handsome and angular. He slightly raised his chin, bringing the glass full of bitter gourd juice to his lips, drinking it calmly and steadily, bit by bit.
As he swallowed, his Adam's apple moved, the lines fluid.
In a moment, the bitter gourd juice had reached the bottom, and he drank it all in one go, placing the empty glass back on the tray held by the staff.
The staff member felt his gaze, became flustered, quickly lowered his head, and dared not meet his eyes.
"Let's go."
Pedro Langley reached out, grabbing Nora Scott's wrist, pulling her off the platform.
A single low word, his voice somewhat hoarse.
