"What? You got so flustered over seeing a handsome guy that you fell and hurt yourself?" Amelia was astonished after hearing her friend's story, her jaw nearly dislocated from surprise.
"How handsome was this guy that you ended up like this?"
Snow had finally recovered and stood up, supporting her lower back, speaking in a mesmerized tone, "The word 'handsome' can't perfectly describe him. Really, if you saw him, you'd be tempted to cheat on Christopher."
Pfft—
Amelia gave her a disdainful look.
Yet, in her mind, flashed the image of a refined, handsome face—the doctor who drove a Rolls-Royce.
Although, she dared not think it was the same "greasy" gentleman who had lent her the umbrella that morning.