Xaviera pursed her lips, her heart filled with emotion. Caleb was the kind of person who liked to quietly give, like a gentle stream warming her heart.
She moved closer, patted Caleb on the back, and then turned her head to instruct, "Butler, the dishes today are too heavy on the taste. Let's change to something lighter."
Caleb's mouth curved slightly, his eyes full of laughter as he looked at her tenderly.
Xaviera was caught in the deep gaze of his eyes, her heart beating violently, her cheeks turning red involuntarily.
After the meal, Xaviera excitedly said, "Caleb, let's pack up and go to the painting exhibition quickly! Perhaps Mr. Elijah Flack will show up today! I don't want to miss this opportunity!"
Caleb's expression was subtle, "Are you so eager to see him?"
Xaviera frowned. Caleb clearly knew that she really wanted to see Mr. Elijah Flack, yet he always repeated this question. She couldn't figure out what he meant.
