At the moment, Julia walked to Stuart slowly barefoot, like a tempting snake, from the bathroom door to the sofa. She walked so slowly that it took her a long time to walk to Stuart.
She walked quite elegantly, like a dancing butterfly.
She twisted her shape, trying to show the best side of her.
However, the man in front of her looked so indifferent, as if he didn't see anything.
Looking at Stuart's seriousness on the face, Julia couldn't help herself raising a smile at the corner of her mouth.
That was what she liked about him. So cold. So noble and so elegant, as if nobody could touch him.
This man always frightened others away. He had that temper, like a ghost. It was the symbol of his honor.
He wore a white shirt and a dark blue tie. The button was also sewn up to the top. At the moment, his eyes looked so cold and ghost-like, like a weird and damp dark night. He pressed his lips into a sharp line, sexy and charming.
