She managed to smile gracefully and politely said, "Thank you."
Felix Shaw raised his eyebrows; women were never immune to his looks. He remembered the first time he met Elizabeth White, he deliberately leaned in close with that same pose, and she, bashful, hung her head as two patches of red quickly climbed her cheeks.
He didn't know if this woman was truly indifferent or just feigning composure, but judging by her unfazed expression, she would definitely qualify as a girlfriend.
At the very least, she wasn't like most women who drooled over him; he despised women who overestimated themselves.
Neither of them spoke further. Their faces were less than thirty centimeters apart, one playfully amused, the other always maintaining a suitable curve at the corner of her lips.
Eventually, Felix Shaw couldn't hold back any longer. He raised his handsome brow and his lips curved slyly, "So, are you satisfied with me?"
