"Wow, he's really a handsome guy." Rose Yates's eyes lit up again, and her eyeballs almost fell onto the phone screen. Her mouth slightly opened, looking totally lovestruck, barely stopping herself from drooling.
"No wonder you don't fancy even such handsome men; turns out the guy you like is a super handsome man too."
Compared to Maxwell Saxon, Matthew Saxon's devilishly charming looks were more to Rose Yates's liking.
She held the phone and kept admiring it, constantly sighing, "His eyes are so pretty, like they could spark electricity, and his lips are also beautifully shaped; such lips are perfect for kissing, and his..."
"Rose Yates, I really doubt you're really only ten years old. You're quite something, knowing which kind of lips are the best for kissing. Does the boy who gave you the necklace also have lips that are great for kissing?" Scarlett Yates grabbed the phone to prevent the little **** from drooling over her husband.
Rose Yates's face instantly turned red.
