Facing such a rational yet self-opinionated woman, Felix Shaw inwardly mocked, "Do you think you're the one who can move my heart?"
Mia Foster, however, shook her head seriously, "Not yet," she said firmly, meeting Felix Shaw's obviously teasing gaze, "But I will make you succumb."
Felix Shaw smirked, "Interesting."
Suddenly leaning forward, across the food on the table, he approached with his handsome face. This sudden move didn't faze Mia Foster at all, as she maintained her original posture.
Felix Shaw spread his hands in front of her, "Give me your phone."
Looking at him, Mia Foster straightened up and opened her purse on the nearby seat. She took out her phone and said, "Just tell me your number directly."
Felix Shaw frowned slightly in disapproval, "Women aren't cute when they're too smart."
Mia Foster had already dialed the number and, looking at Felix Shaw, smiled innocuously, "Can't help it. If you like women a little dumber, sorry, I can't fake that."
