Night had fallen.
The man stood beside a black car, dressed in a vintage black suit.
Hope Williams, just getting out of the car, blinked her eyes.
Upon seeing the man, she subconsciously walked towards him.
Waylon Lewis watched the figure approaching him slowly; he took a deep breath.
Though he had seen her photos before, the surprise was no less thrilling.
Her tall, slender figure was accentuated by the off-the-shoulder design revealing her beautiful, delicate collarbones, the dress hem falling below her knees, exposing a pair of straight, slender legs.
The color red—so vibrant—made her entire presence burst with vitality, making her even more strikingly beautiful, exuding a seductively enchanting aura.
Accustomed to seeing the fresh and simple Hope Williams, today's attire truly amazed Waylon Lewis.
Waylon's sexy Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze firmly locked on the woman strolling towards him, a fiery light gradually spreading in the depths of his eyes.