"Hey, President Miller, look at our Great Goddess Salma, so gentle and virtuous. Isn't it time for you to marry her?"
Yvonne Carter's cheeks were already flushed. The men at this dinner table were all damn handsome.
Mr. Russo had Sister-in-law Arabella beside him, admitting she couldn't compare, and didn't even have the nerve to intervene.
Audrey's young uncle was also quite her type, but damn, he was just engaged to another family's lady, a premium bachelor already taken.
She had also glanced at Travis Miller along the way, and his looks were outright outrageous, almost unfair to humanity.
Especially with that cold demeanor, elegance tinged with a mocking smile, like a charming rogue, constantly teasing women.
When other men flirt with women, they don't even give them a chance to get close.
Exuding coldness as if they could freeze a person to death.
But Travis Miller, though cold, seemed like a man who always had affection for women.
