Standing tall in front of the car door, he nodded faintly towards the enchanting and sexy woman.
However, those dark and tranquil eyes did not linger on the woman for more than half a second, merely lifting to look in the direction of the photography studio, with not a hint of expression on his cold and handsome face. He stood there for a short time, like an immovable, towering mountain range.
Airy and supreme, yet full of profound steadiness.
Sheila Lang closed the car door, her carefully groomed beautiful eyes filled with undeniable adoration and infatuation.
Who says there are no perfect men in this world?
Isn't the one in front of us just that?
Vincent finished locking up the car and silently stood aside, watching the expression in the woman's eyes and feeling a silent pity for her.
Yet, he always doubted why the gentleman suddenly chose to inspect with her.
Although caring for the sales chain of the mall is a reason, there is no need to do it to this extent, right?
