Abigail Green put away the acupuncture needles and looked at the man on the sofa, unsure of what to do for a moment.
Should she call him or not?
Hesitant, she moved closer and seriously examined Brandon Piers, who was sleeping on the sofa.
The man was really handsome.
For the first time, Abigail felt that her medical training was somewhat useless. People with culture would surely recite the world's most beautiful poems in the presence of such beauty. Unlike her, who could only say "handsome" and get by.
But he really was handsome. Not effeminate, just having a captivating attractiveness even when being cunning or ill.
Caught spying this morning, Abigail's gaze now became a bit audacious since the man was asleep.
She used to think her senior brother was the most handsome man in the world, and Benjamin Jones could barely be considered second.
But now she realized how limited her previous knowledge was.
