Camellia's POV
After Eugenia left, I was about to get my car when I heard someone calling me from behind.
I turned around and saw Konstantin and Lionel walking toward me.
Lionel seemed to have had some alcohol, his face a bit flushed. The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing his well-defined collarbone, and his suit jacket was casually draped over his arm. His inborn aristocratic aura made people involuntarily focus on him.
The back of my neck suddenly felt scorching hot, and Lyra was restlessly arching in my ribs. The cedar cold scent had already pierced through the neon lights before the sound wave reached me.
At the sight of him, I was reminded of the odd words Esmond said to me the other day.
'Does Lionel have some ulterior motive toward me?'
'Since Esmond a
