"As expected, you really have good taste, Mr. Rogers!" Vivian complimented him sincerely. "These are the latest limited-edition shoes from Jimmy Choo, with only two thousand pairs around the globe!"

Kevan was indifferent to her compliment, silently going over to Larissa and getting down on one knee.

What?

Larissa stared at the hair on his head, mouth hanging open from shock. Vivian's reaction was not any better than hers. Looking up at the former, Kevan's expression remained unchanged.

"Your foot." He held out his hand.

It took a while for Larissa to realize that he wanted her to give him her foot.

"...Let me do it!" She was about to hop down from the high stool but Kevan gripped her left ankle.

"Don't move," he said with a frown of displeasure.

Larissa froze before quietly shifting properly back onto the stool. Then Kevan pulled her foot toward him.

His fingers were cold against her skin, and the pressure from his fingertips felt as if a thin current was racing through her bo