Even buying clothes could get someone asked if they want to be a model.
With such looks and body, wrapped in an aura of pride and nobility nurtured by the Yancey family, this man bowed his head and moved with delicate care, simply wishing to place a hairpin on a girl...
And the girl standing in front of him was equally extraordinary, her rebellious spirit not overshadowed in the least.
The pair standing together looked so much like a scene from a romantic drama series!
My God, fairy-tale love!
A sales associate sneakily pulled out her phone and snapped a couple of photos.
By then, Amadeus Yancey had finally managed to secure the hairpin for her and stepped back like a gentleman.
"There we go,"
His eyes, pressing back the fiery blood within, dark and inscrutable, reflected only the shadow of the girl before him in his pupils. His thin lips curved into a smile as he complimented her, "Looks very nice."
Nathalie Quinlan: ...
Nice was nice, why did he have to smile at her.