But today...
[Could he be cursed?]
Lady Eva looked puzzled at the bowed figure of Cordova in front of her, completely unable to fathom why this young man would block her recommendation for his promotion.
"If you had said this a month ago, Lady Eva, I would have been overjoyed."
Motan exhaled lightly, shifting his gaze from her slender waist to the small cart filled with daily groceries at his feet. He subtly clenched his fists and murmured in a low voice, "But now... I fear I can no longer calmly watch your busy figure in this mansion as I did before."
Eva froze for a moment, intuitively drawing vague connections under a woman's unique sense. Her expression, however, remained cold and stiff as she asked faintly, "I don't understand what you're talking about, Mr. Cordova."
