Kieran''s gaze flickered as if he was seriously trying to recall the events.


    After a moment, he pressed his temples. "I don''t remember. Next time, have Cole bring me in so I don''t hurt you."


    "You were drunk too when I came backst time. I was sleeping on the sofa, and you suddenly came over and scared me," L cautiously probed again.


    Seeing her pout like a little kitten throwing a tantrum, Kieran couldn''t help but smile.


    He patiently exined, "I have indeed been socializing moretely. I won''t get drunk again."


    L sighed in relief, feeling immensely grateful that Kieran remembered nothing fromst night.


    She tried to maintain a casual demeanor. "It''s not about not getting drunk; you''re not allowed to drink again. If I catch you, I''ll immediately tell Grandma about you!"


    With her hands on her hips, she acted like she was reprimanding a kid.


    A smile lit up Kieran''s eyes.


    Aside from that, his demeanor was fine, indicating that he didn''t recall anything fromst night.


    "The floor is cold, so don''t walk around barefoot." As he spoke, he casually crouched down.


    He picked up a pair of slippers nearby, his slender fingers gently holding her delicate, fair ankle.


    The moment their skin touched, she nearly jumped up.


    Last night''s memories flooded back, quickly overwhelming her thoughts.


    This hand, whichmanded power and influence outside, was now humbly helping her put on her shoes.


    Her heart raced like a drum as Kieran stood up. "I''ll go make you something to eat."


    He casually rolled up his sleeves, and the dim light reflected in his half-lowered eyes, resembling the stars in the night sky.


    L didn''t dare to look at him, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied.


    She waited at the dining table, but her gaze couldn''t help but nce toward the tall, handsome figure in the kitchen.


    He was like the cold moon in the sky.


    The moon should hang high above, a sight for the world to admire.


    Kieran brought breakfast over, but she remained lost in thought, still staring toward the kitchen.


    "L." His voice was clear and radiated tenderness.


    L snapped back to reality, a hint of embarrassment shing in her eyes.


    "I just remembered something."


    L tightened her grip on the fork in her hand. "W-what is it?"


    He nced at her knuckles, which were turning pale, but seemingly noticed nothing as he averted his gaze.


    "A few days ago, Mr. Lane from the Lane Group made a lunch appointment with me at the Lunar Lounge. You like the dishes there, so why note along?"


    L looked up. "But you''re discussing work. It wouldn''t be appropriate for me to join."


    "We won''t be talking business. It''s just a casual meal."


    She nodded, no longer refusing.


    After finishing the meal, L stayed home to continue studying her script.


    Kieran went to thepany. Upon seeing Cole, he asked, "When you brought me backst night, did you notice anything off about L?"


    "Not at all," Cole replied after thinking hard.


    Kieran narrowed his eyes, recalling L''s unusual behavior that morning.


    "Check if something has happened to her recently," he instructed.


    Cole epted the task and left while Kieran absentmindedly turned his pen.


    "Are you sure Mr. Lane will be here for lunch today?" Dorian asked, growing a bit impatient as he waited.