Despite the man's sullen face, an expression of cold indifference warning strangers to stay away, and icy gaze, his allure remained unaffected.
That kind of face, no matter where he went, could never be ignored.
The eyes of the women brightened, even the fifty-something cafeteria lady was drawn to his overly handsome appearance, her ladle clattering into the greasy soup, splashing oil all over her hand, yet she didn't bother to wipe it off.
Scarlett Yates's heart skipped two beats.
She pressed one hand tightly against the wooden chair.
The man, with his dignified and handsome face, walked straight to where she was sitting, and then stopped.
He glanced at Scarlett Yates with his cold eyes, then at Jimmy Scott, his thin lips curled in a sneer, "Mind if I join?"
The tone was questioning.
But he didn't need the other party's answer at all, after asking, he pulled out a chair and sat down himself.
