Darius stood by the green plants against the wall. He was barely in his twenties, and despite his cold demeanor, his face still carried a hint of youthful vigor. The warm light in the corridor illuminated him, making his eyes, similar to Candice's, appear even deeper.
Candice's steps faltered as she approached. She lowered her gaze for a moment before looking at Darius calmly. "Darius... Renault." She enunciated each syllable, especially emphasizing the "Renault."
There was no change in Darius's expression. He looked at Candice silently, his eyes carrying the same indifference as they did that day in the hotel.
Despite the bustling corridor and the music drifting in from the dance floor outside, the space between Candice and Darius was filled with silence. Both of them refrained from speaking further, yet they could both see a familiar shadow on each other's faces.
Darius lifted his eyelids slightly. The coldness in his eyes seemed boundless as he looked at Candice. "Henry often mentioned you."
A flicker appeared between Candice's eyebrows. "Is that so?"
"He loves you very much." The word "love" was clearly spoken, but the young man's flat tone made Candice unable to discern any warmth from his words. Instead, it left Candice with a sense of indescribable oppression.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly. Suppressing her emotions, she asked Darius, "Did you recognize me from the start?"
Darius did not conceal anything. "I've seen your photos." His tone was very calm, so Candice could not see the hint of mockery hidden in his eyes. However, what she could tell was that Darius did not come to her to confirm her identity.
On the contrary, he exuded a faint sense of detachment, coupled with a condescending scrutiny.
Meeting Darius's gaze, Candice asked, "You didn't wait here just to tell me this, did you?"
Darius raised an eyebrow slightly, then casually plucked a green leaf from the nearby plant. Holding the leaf between his slender fingers, he toyed with it for a moment, seeming to find it uninteresting, and then tossed it into the pot of the plant beside him. "No, I just wanted to take a look."
"What are you looking—"
Before Candice could finish her sentence, she saw a figure approaching from behind Darius in the corridor.
Expressionless, Alex came over and stood in front of Candice. "Redshade has modified some new regulations at the last minute. It's better to adjust the data as soon as possible."
Interrupted by him, Candice had to hold back the question she wanted to ask Darius. She looked up at Alex, frowning.
However, Alex's gaze had already moved to Darius. His dark eyes carried an emotion which Candice couldn’t decipher. He was frowning and his tone was a little cold. "Solomon doesn't seem to be very satisfied with the Aether-Quimby cooperation. Mr. Renault, you better put in some effort."
Darius lowered his gaze as he casually replied, "Why are you so bothered about him?"
Alex laughed humorlessly. "I don't like surprises."
Darius swept him a glance without much expression, turned around and went back to the private room. When he turned around, he did not even glance at Candice, as if he had totally forgotten she existed.
Candice only looked at Alex when Darius’ figure had disappeared entirely. Alex' emotions had already recovered to the usual casual, light mood and he swept a glance at Candice, his voice faint. "He's gone."
Candice followed him out. It had rained in Solaris just two days ago and the temperature dropped substantially.
The moment they got into the car, Alex did not say a word, only shutting his eyes to rest.
Candice replayed the scene where Darius talked to her twice.
"Don't get too close to Darius." Alex suddenly spoke up, interrupting her thoughts.
Candice looked at him. The window of the hired car was clear and the dazzling neon lights shone through on Alex' face, making her unable to see his expression clearly.
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