Chapter Eighty-Four

As night fell, the city embraced its inhabitants with a tender, velvety touch, draping them in a blanket of darkness adorned with twinkling stars.

Amidst the lively streets, an esteemed restaurant stood as a sanctuary of refinement and grace.

Within its walls, the softly illuminated interior exuded an aura of elegance, igniting a sense of anticipation in the air.

At the heart of the restaurant, nestled in a corner, a table played host to Reynold.

His attire spoke of lavishness, as he donned an exquisite crimson suit that enveloped his figure with meticulous precision.

The deep hue of his attire mirrored the dance of the candlelight in front of him, casting a radiant warmth upon his features.

Restlessly, Reynold's eyes darted towards his watch, its hands seemingly moving at an agonizingly slow pace.

Flickers of hope and uncertainty mingled within his gaze as he glanced at the entrance of the restaurant.

The weight of expectation hung palpably in the air, hinting at his anticipation of