Just talking about the back without seeing the front, it has a fatal attraction. A single word "handsome" is not enough to describe it, saying "very handsome" would be too thin.
Suddenly, Valentine Teller felt ashamed of her lack of vocabulary, as she couldn't think of words good enough to perfectly explain the charm that Mark Reed exuded.
He was tall, well-built, moved with elegance, even the arcs of his arm movements were just right, as if he had practiced numerous times, every action exemplifying nobility.
And his looks were as handsome as a movie star, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a tall and straight nose, and thinly pressed lips exuding a severe sternness.
Just thinking about it made it hard to control her heartbeat.
Valentine retracted her gaze, trying hard to suppress her admiration for a man from a woman's perspective.
She couldn't let her emotions go, even if it was pure admiration; she couldn't have it.
"What would you like to eat?"
