Martin Quinn sat with his legs crossed, a glass of red wine held between his fingers. The dim, yellow light cast shadows on his handsome, sharply defined features, making him seem all the more mysterious and unfathomable. It made one wonder what kind of man was hidden behind those deep eyes. Watching the girl across from him, whose expression was a veritable painter's palette, Martin Quinn's thin lips parted slightly. "What are you thinking about?"
Nadia Chapman froze. She'd just realized she'd been staring, completely captivated. She couldn't help but shake her head and lament, "A handsome face is a dangerous thing!"
PFFT— Leo Warren's self-control was too weak; he burst out laughing. He couldn't help it. Nadia Chapman's dramatic lament was just too hilarious, and he simply couldn't hold it in. 'Isn't that something a guy would say?' he thought. 'And yet here she is, a girl, sighing with such profound feeling, as if she's really lived it!'
