Felix Flynn stood only a meter away from Cecilia Adler, a faint, sweet fragrance wafting toward him.
His heart began to race.
He gazed at her fair, rosy cheeks and secretly gulped.
'She must smell even better all over,' he thought.
'If only she were my wife.'
'Even if she's the type to hit people, as long as she doesn't beat me to death, I could take it.'
After Cecilia Adler finished speaking, she saw him just standing there looking dazed. "Felix Flynn, are you listening to me?"
Felix Flynn snapped out of it. "I heard you. You were talking about having a bracelet made."
As he was speaking, he noticed Ian Quincy standing not far off, glaring at him. He shuddered. "Miss... Sir."
Cecilia Adler turned her head and smiled. "Ian." She said a quick goodbye to Felix Flynn and trotted over to Ian Quincy. "Ian, you're back."
"What were you talking to Felix Flynn about?"
