C71 The Woman I Love

The clinking of cutlery faded as curiosity sharpened the air around the table.

Ink leaned back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. “Do you mind introducing us to this pretty lady?” he asked, though the smirk tugging at his lips suggested he already knew exactly what he was doing.

Before anyone else could respond, Calvin replied smoothly, a faint smile playing on his lips