Spring Spencer lifted her eyelids and glanced at Blake Leaf, saying nothing and not discarding the cigarette in her hand. Instead, she took another drag and exhaled a thin cloud of smoke.
This look made Blake Leaf's heart itch.
He had never seen Spring Spencer like this, not her usual dignified, elegant, and shrewd image, but somewhat wild, somewhat alluring, leaving him bewildered.
Unable to help himself, Blake Leaf sat down beside Spring Spencer.
Spring Spencer still said nothing, merely glancing lightly at her watch.
Blake Leaf pursed his lips and whispered, "Spring, if you hadn't consistently refused to marry me, how could I have ended up with Summer? She's not as beautiful as you or as clever..."
But smarter in knowing how to seize opportunities.
Blake Leaf muttered to himself, not daring to say it aloud.
If Spring Spencer hadn't voluntarily given up her rights to inherit from the Spencer Family, Blake Leaf would have chosen to persist with her.
