"No, why are you so nervous?" Faye stepped forward, standing in front of her.
Tessa Caldwell's heart inexplicably began to race, her small face uncontrollably flushed red as she playfully glared at Faye, "Stop talking nonsense, who's spying on you! Narcissist!"
"Are you sure?" Faye gently curved his lips, his deep eyes staring straight at Tessa Caldwell.
The gaze was so focused that the proud, head-held-high Tessa, who was pretending to be unaffected, surrendered under its scrutiny.
Faye's long, almond-shaped eyes held a hint of mischief. His thin lips curved up arrogantly, like a poppy laced with poison.
This smile was too enchanting, captivating people's hearts, as if everything in the world lost its color because of it.
Moments ago, Tessa Caldwell was maintaining a bit of composure, but now she immediately curled her lips, smiling like a lovestruck idiot.
