Betty originally thought he would keep pestering her, and her heart was still thinking about how to deal with him.
Along the way, however, the man just sat quietly, turned his face, and watched the street outside the window. The usually talkative man was uncharacteristically silent, with a rarely seen deep expression on his face.
What is this playboy thinking about?
She frowned inquisitively, observing Abel's profile, but couldn't find the answer from his expression.
The man faced the window, the outline of his profile etched in a faint golden light from the outside. His lips, which were usually turned up, were pressed into a straight line, further accentuating the deep lines of that profile.
Although Betty was reluctant to admit it, she had to agree in her heart that it was no wonder the girls flocked to him.
Putting aside his identity and wealth, his way with words that charmed women... just his face alone was enough to captivate women.
