Bella Green was a little startled, not quite sure how to respond to this question. But since she was the one who initiated this topic, she had to bravely continue it.
When it comes to what kind of men she likes, she really has no standards.
Suddenly. She thought of Vivian Thornecroft's appearance, her brow furrowing...
"Um, that kind who looks gentle and cultured, always carries a graceful smile, knows how to care for people, sweet-talks, and..."
The more Bella Green spoke, the darker Mason Bennett's face became.
It turned out the little one's preferred type was completely opposite of him.
Just when he was feeling depressed, her soft voice suddenly shifted.
"Well, the type I just mentioned, in short, is a wolf in sheep's clothing, a scoundrel in gentleman's attire, so any type but that is good."
In the previous second, Mason Bennett was feeling quite downcast, but upon hearing these words, a dark gleam flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted.