Chapter 892

Claude looked at the two dresses laid out on the bed, his eyes drawn to the pink dress topped with a white shawl. He ran his fingers over its smooth, silky fabric and said softly, "The pink one." Olivia turned with a smile and replied playfully, "Great minds think alike." "Is tonight's dinner at the welfare home that important to you?" he asked. "Mm-hmm, I want to help as much as I can," she responded earnestly. "The city officials are putting a lot of emphasis on it. There will be many influential people there tonight, even celebrities," Claude mentioned, resting his hand on her shoulder. His gesture added a touch of romance to the moment. Olivia didn't move away or remove his hand; instead, she met his gaze in the mirror. She had always thought of him as a cloud—soft and gentle, yet somehow out of reach. Despite the years they had known each other, she realized she still knew very little about him. At 7 PM, Claude and Olivia left the hotel and headed to the largest welfare h