Chapter 90: Trouble

Grace held her fork and knife mid-air while her eyes were locked on Segen in sheer disbelief.

For someone who had supposedly lived on the streets, he handled his utensils with surprisingly well. His posture was effortlessly straight and his every movement were smooth and refined. He cut into his food with ease. Not once did he hunch over his plate or devour his meal like a starving man. Instead, he ate with ...