The radiant and charming woman made David Redington's heart flutter, his already deep blue eyes becoming even darker.
His Leslie... hasn't let him into the room for two days.
David took a step forward, his slender fingers gently resting on Leslie Howard's porcelain white neck, slowly caressing.
Looking into the mirror at the stunning Leslie Howard, he said in a deep voice, "Who told you not to give me any response until now. Everyone thinks I'm a lonely soul, so pitiful."
Leslie Howard pouted playfully, glaring at the excessively handsome man in the mirror.
If he's pitiful, then there are no pitiful people in this world.
Just a few days ago, he was pinning her down on the bed; now, simply because she hasn't indulged him for a few days, he's putting on an 'extremely wronged' act.
In the mirror, David Redington stood tall and elegant, with unparalleled beauty.
