Midnight.
The sky hung with a waning moon, and the wind outside the window rustled the dry branches, carrying with it a thousand emotions, surging like sea waves, seemingly ready to engulf everything.
Durrell Landon stood at the window, arms crossed, the soft moonlight unable to dispel the harshness on his face.
Evelyn Windsor was quite surprised; she hadn't expected Durrell to proactively invite her.
She carefully dressed up before going to the appointment.
After sitting for a long time, Durrell still didn't speak, and honestly, she was a bit uneasy.
She teased softly, "Durrell… it's so late, what's the matter you want with me?"
Durrell glanced at her nonchalantly and threw a stack of photos in front of her.
Speaking with cold hardness and indifference, "I am preserving your dignity; I hope that in the future, the name Evelyn Windsor won't appear in front of my name."
Instinctively, Evelyn picked up the stack of photos. Just looking at the first one, her eyes widened.
