When the joke was no longer funny, footsteps were heard from the stairs. Everyone except Lin Lihua knew who it was. Actually, Lin Lihua found those footsteps familiar too and her cheeks involuntarily flushed a little. When she looked in that direction, what she saw made her awe-struck.
If Lu Aotian could be described as the cool handsome man with eyes that kept people a distance away from him, Henry Blanc would be considered the charmer. His blue eyes were like a vortex, making Lin Lihua subconsciously want to look at them a little more.
Of course, every other woman here only had eyes for her own man. If not, they would be charmed by Henry Blanc as well.
The man sat naturally beside Lin Lihua. They were now accurately paired. He beamed a seductive smile at her. "Queen Lihua, ma reine, we meet again; I told you it was fate."
Ma reine: my queen