The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 588

Corinne focused her gaze and turned to look at the door of the banquet hall.

Lucas was wearing a suit in a light color, walking in slowly with elegant steps. It looked as if he was born to stand out.

One by one, all the guests went up to have a toast with him and greet him. It just looked like at group of admirers surrounding their revered figure.

There was also a group of people who surrounded and cozied up to Jeremy when he just came in earlier. However, because Jeremy was too cold and he was not friendly to them at all, those people were sensible enough to step aside, not daring to disturb him anymore.

Lucas, however, was very different from Jeremy. He was very good at dealing with those people who were flattering him. He raised a glass to them, nodded, and smiled, and he

tactfully responded to people who were cozying up to him. However, while he was smiling and chatting with them, he was also exuding a barely noticeable indifference, and he did not smile. with his eyes.

While Corinne looked at Lucas, he also unintentionally saw her, who was not supposed to be there. His gaze was frozen for a second, but he recovered very quickly and continued toasting and talking to an elderly man next to him without looking at her anymore.

look at him anymore as well. She slowly

were people in their middle ages.

it was not the kind of fashionable party that young people liked. There was no dance floor and no high-class, elegant music accompaniment by an orchestra. Instead, a vintage stage was built in the hall. The person who was performing on stage to celebrate Edgar’s birthday was a famous opera singer from New Capital City that they hired with

before coming, so she was not surprised

and age could sit down quietly and watch an opera that was passed on for

them politely hang around for a while after giving Edgar his birthday gift, then they made up an

to sit and watch the

was different. She was always very interested in classical music.

living in the countryside during her childhood, there was an old man who was a fervent fan of the opera. He would carry a bulky recorder to the entrance of their village and play opera music. After that, he would learn to sing

all of the books in the library at the convent very quickly. When she was truly bored, she would run off to watch the old man sing. After listening to it for

it was torture to stay at the party and watch the

her a comfortable and friendly