People always say that confident women are the most beautiful.
Suddenly, Hansen Ruiz found himself agreeing with this statement.
"I didn't go anywhere," Rachel Bailey blinked. She always felt that Hansen Ruiz's question carried an air of interrogation, tinged with an undertone of dominance, as if she needed to report her whereabouts to him.
"The scent of milk, the smell of coffee... Who did you go have coffee with?" Hansen Ruiz's eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous light flickering within them. He had asked her to be his date, and she'd refused. Who would she go for coffee with then?
"Do you have a nose like a dog's? You can even smell that. By the way, what brings you here? It's not another wine party where you need me as your date, is it?" Rachel Bailey laughed, not noticing the change in Hansen Ruiz. In her heart, Hansen Ruiz was just an ordinary friend—oh, no, an ordinary friend to whom she still owed a favor.
