The man in front of her was almost excessively good-looking. It wasn't the kind of youthful exuberance, but a beauty that had been refined by time, polished by experience, shedding all extravagance.
Especially those eyes, Emilia Johnny just glanced at them briefly, and it felt as if she were being pulled in, like a whirlpool.
Emilia felt her heart beating just a bit faster; earlier, this man's hand encircled her waist, the warmth of his palm transmitting through the layer of clothes to her skin, making her feel a bit hot.
Anthony Davis's hand froze for a moment, well... this was awkward!
Someone actually managed to ignore him for so long after entering the room. This... was quite unique!
He silently thought, was his presence really that weak?
It couldn't be, right?
He had always been confident in himself, at least his face was fairly passable, certainly... not to be treated as air.
Yet... this person before him truly hadn't looked at him from the moment she entered.
