Dylan Young just stared at Nell Harris, both hands already clenched.
He always knew she was beautiful.
He also knew that this red skirt would undoubtedly look great on her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have immediately noticed it upon entering. Yet, he never expected it to look this stunning.
Those unparalleled beauties only described in ancient texts seemed to come to life at this moment.
Dylan finally understood why the phrase "devastating beauty" existed in ancient times.
If he were a king, he would willingly give up everything for Nell Harris, as long as he could win her heart.
When Nell Harris stepped out of the fitting room, Dylan's mind went blank. He could only hear the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, and everything around him instantly felt distant.
He gazed at Nell Harris in a trance, unable to move his eyes an inch away from her.
