Ilyas couldn’t help but feel a genuine sense of happiness, a rare emotion for him since returning home. And he knew it was all thanks to the presence of these two steadfast friends by his side. Ilyas couldn’t help but wonder how Corin and Harrison would get along. They were both important parts of his life, and their compatibility would make his world even more complete. He observed their interactions, noting the subtle nods of agreement, shared laughter, and genuine interest in making jabs about Ilyas paying them to be his friend… It seemed that the bonds of friendship were weaving themselves between the three of them, creating a tapestry of camaraderie that he hoped would endure.
Ilyas couldn’t help but roll his eyes at some of their jests and antics. Their banter was undoubtedly familiar… It was a testament to the enduring nature of his friendships with the two boys, and he found himself both exasperated and grateful for the two friends who had brought a touch of joy and lightness back into his life.
Ilyas’s gaze involuntarily wandered around the room, eventually landing on his father, who was engrossed in conversation with an older gentleman. Even from a distance, he could sense his father’s disapproving gaze fixed upon him. It wass no secret that his father preferred he dedicate his time to matters of nobility rather than socializing with friends. The tension in the room seemed to grow as his father’s silent disapproval lingered, serving as a constant reminder of the expectations that weighed heavily on him.
“What lady draws such a look of aggravation upon your features, Lord Davis?” Corin inquired of Harrison, his voice laced with curiosity. Ilyas couldn’t help but share in the curiosity, as Harrison’s ussuall suave and charming demeanor appeared to be somewhat tarnished. It left him wondering what had transpired to elicit such a change in his friend’s usual disposition.
Ilyas couldn’t resist a sly grin as he chimed in, “Perhaps Lord Davis has simply had a run of bad luck with the ladies tonight.” With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Ilyas quipped, “Well, gentlemen, it’s quite simple, really. The lady probably finds my brooding charm far more intriguing. You see, it’s all about the mysterious allure. After all, who can resist a man with an air of enigma?”
,he couldn’t help but admit that a part of him genuinely enjoyed the company of women. The thrill of conversation, the subtle flirtations, and the allure of where it could take them s were all aspects he relished. However, his internal thoughts also acknowledged that tonight, his focus had been somewhat diverted from his usual pursuit of female companionship due to the unexpected encounter with Miss Northwick.