Capone remained calm, but after losing his sense of taste over the past few years, his other senses had grown more sensitive. The scent of Christina's perfume and makeup around him made him frown.
"Capone, what tea would you like? Let me pour you some," Christina said with a charming smile, thinking how this man's wildness and masculinity were slightly concealed by a restrained elegance, making him irresistibly captivating. Sitting next to him, her heartbeat was racing, and when he turned to glance at her, it felt as though time had suddenly stopped.
She liked this thrilling, dizzying sensation—full of anticipation.
"Anything!" Capone replied, his focus not on the tea or the pastries. He was only watching the little woman not far away, observing her various expressions and emotions.
"Mmm, this matcha sponge cake is delicious, and this blueberry cheesecake has a rich flavor. Not bad!" Howard was the first to voice his praise, giving Sophia a smile and a thumbs-up.
