She bounced into the room, her voice soft.
"Lockwood, were you looking for me?"
Landon Lockwood sat in a black leather chair.
He lifted his hand and gently pushed an invitation to the edge of the table.
"You've been in Quillan for so long, and I haven't taken you out for a walk. There's a lively event this time. Want to go?"
The invitation had "Quillan Celebrity Charity Banquet" printed on it.
There was a line in small print at the bottom right corner.
Special guest seat.
Clara Jennings's eyes lit up with a "swish."
"Go! I have to go!"
She spun around excitedly on the spot.
Who wants to be stuck in a hospital every day, running back and forth, watching people's expressions.
If it weren't for Landon Lockwood being here, she would have gone home a long time ago.
Landon Lockwood watched her gloat, his gaze darkening slightly.
He suddenly raised his hand and gently tapped her forehead with the invitation.
"Adjust your attitude for me."
