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Even when Alfonzo left, Zephirah's gaze remained glued on Adrien.
Swaying her hips seductively as she twirled her fingers over the edges of her hair strands, she walked toward the large mahogany table.
Zephirah's voice, a velvety caress, filled the space and exuded an allure that was hard to resist. Her eyes, which were framed by fluttering eyelashes, possessed a strong blend of charm and vulnerability that could warm even the hardiest hearts. She cried out, "Adrien?" with a soft pleading tone in her voice that hung in the air like a pleasant tune. "Aren't you gonna speak to me?" Her speech had a pleasant tone until the very end when a hint of melancholy crept in. Once brimming with resolve, her eyes were now glistening with unshed tears.