"Miss Scott, let's open a bottle of red wine," suggested the handsome man sitting across from Tania Scott in a top-tier hotel's Western Restaurant. He asked considerately.
"Sure, I'm fine with anything," Tania Scott replied appropriately.
She still appeared generous and dignified, but the slight flush on her cheeks betrayed her tumultuous emotions.
Even someone as experienced as Tania Scott had to admit that Aidan Lucas was just too perfect.
Perfect family, perfect background, perfect physique, perfect... features.
His face, as if sculpted by God, was more than just handsome—it carried an indescribably noble air.
Moreover, he was a gentleman.
He didn't act arrogant despite his powerful family background; instead, he consistently behaved like a true gentleman of high birth.
Tania Scott had to admit, she had fallen for him.
Fallen completely.
"Open a bottle of the best red wine," she demanded.