Tessa Caldwell's forehead dropped three black lines.
She glared at him, "What business is it of yours?"
Faye glanced at her but didn't respond, his fingers brushed below his lips. His hands were long and well-defined, time seemed to freeze at his gentle touch, inducing a kind of mesmerizing admiration.
With his chiseled high nose, deep black eyes, seductive thin lips, and coldly aloof handsome face, he exuded a cold, noble beauty, a captivating, enchanting allure... Describing a man as stunningly beautiful may not entirely do him justice.
Tessa couldn't help but stare in awe.
She wasn't usually starstruck, but every time she saw Faye, she was captivated. Maybe it was because he always used his charm on her. She was someone with poor self-control and loved him, so being entranced felt rather inevitable.
Faye suddenly turned his head, meeting her passionate gaze.
Caught off guard as if she had been found out, she quickly sat up straight, pretending to be calm, and met his gaze.
