Sylvia remained silent, a fact that only made Lora feel the situation between Eric and her more plausible. Indeed, exceptional men were scarce, already claimed by others, leaving the remaining beauties in a plight. They too had their pursuits.

Sylvia's stance astounded Eric. 'What's the use of being here without intervening? What are we to make of this situation? Now it's so awkward, impossible to face.'

Meeting Lora's gaze, Eric said, "Ms. Kensington, may I clarify something?"

"Go ahead," Lora replied, locking eyes with Eric.

Considering it, Eric was almost a decade older than Lora. They said there's a generation gap every three years, but where's the generation gap here? There were clearly three gaps already. Could there still be communication?

But, men were like fine wine, getting better with age, yearning to be savored. To Lora, Eric was like a bottle of wine worth savoring.

"I don't need to mention your persistence and its impact. Do you know that every penny you spend here,