A soft smile hung on Timothy's lips as he walked into the room. He gave off the energy of a calm yet amiable nobleman.
"Good evening, ladies."
He greeted.
Shirley, Cassie, and Layla swooned the moment he opened his mouth to speak.
Shirley was the first to recognize who he was.
"You're Timothy, aren't you? I had lunch with your grandmother some time ago."
"Yes. Pleased to meet you," he said with a nod.
He then headed straight for Chelsey and said, "I came here for dinner, but I heard that you were here, so I decided to join you. You don't mind, right?"
"Of course not," Chelsey said.
She contemplated if it was a genuine coincidence or if he had deliberately learned where she was. She couldn't outright refuse him in front of so many people, so she agreed to let him have dinner with them.
Timothy took a seat beside Chelsey and smilingly said, "It's a pleasure to meet all of you. Dinner's on me today."
Shirley, Cassie, and Layla's gaze wouldn't stop moving back and fort
