The dim lighting cast a shadow over his demonically handsome face.
His slender eyes were lazily half-squinted, the gleam within capturing souls.
A breathtakingly beautiful face.
Even some of the friends who were used to playing the field would be stunned for a few seconds seeing him like this.
One person, having just lost at a drinking game, sneakily embraced the woman beside him, feeding her half of the wine from his mouth. He pinched her chin, turning it from side to side, then glanced at Matthew Saxon and remarked with a tsk, "No wonder Matthew didn't bother to call a female companion. Look around, who could possibly look better than him? Even if he did call someone over, it'd be the other person getting the advantage."
This teasing comment elicited laughter from the other young masters of noble families.
