The next moment, reason returned.
David Redington's eyes darkened slightly as he reached out to push Leslie Howard away.
But as soon as the man's slender, broad fingers touched the woman's fragrant shoulder, a pair of delicate, fair hands clasped his large palm in return.
"Ms. Redington, if you push me away now, I won't talk to you anymore." Leslie Howard's almond-shaped eyes, filled with feigned coyness, stared straight at David. Her face, as radiant as a peach blossom, was almost just a breath away from him.
Her wavy, flowing hair was not as voluminous and glamorous as during the day. The slightly damp ends made Leslie's delicate, smooth face appear even more endearing.
She looked so alluring it seemed she could drip water.
Yet, those hazy, coy almond eyes conveyed a serious determination.
As if telling David – if he dared to push her away, she would truly stop talking to him, just as her words had threatened.
