"Miss Oakes! Respect yourself."
Christopher Moore once again withdrew his hand, but Laura Oakes grabbed it, "Mr. Moore, if you want me to shut up, you'd better behave, I'm not sure what I might chat about with Grandpa."
Christopher Moore glanced sideways at Laura Oakes with a proud look, wondering how Grandpa sees people. How could a woman of such a mind be considered suitable to become the head matron?
Laura Oakes met Christopher Moore's eyes and was immediately stunned. What kind of eyes were these?
They seemed to contain an endless universe, unfathomably deep. And this face, it's just too handsome!
Charming and elegant, like a jade tree in the wind? No words could truly capture the look on this man's face!
"Christopher Moore, I..."
...have fallen for you!
Before Laura Oakes could finish her words, Christopher Moore walked away on his own, not caring whether there was something else on his arm.
