Chapter 19 The Forever Beloved of French Men

The gentle breeze brushed through the plane trees lining both banks of the Seine River, their verdant leaves swaying slightly under the mild sunlight. Passersby walked briskly or strolled leisurely along the riverside; small boats created ripples as they made their way toward their destinations, with tourists on larger boats eagerly capturing the picturesque surroundings through their lenses. Everything seemed so harmonious and beautiful.

The lovely lady withdrew her gaze from the floor-to-ceiling glass window and absently stirred her spoon, then looked toward the entrance of the café. Just like before, there was nothing unusual, and she frowned slightly, seeming somewhat dissatisfied.

"I'll give them another call, Sophie," the middle-aged man seated next to her said, noticing her demeanor.