Even Caroline Edwin, who had witnessed many attractive men, couldn't help but blink, her eyes filled with appreciation.
Her gaze fell on his hand. Long and fair, with distinct knuckles, it was incredibly beautiful.
"Little one, hasn't anyone told you not to stare at a man with such a gaze?"
Blake Fuller stood where he was, the darkness in his eyes growing denser, as if tumultuous waves were crashing against rocks.
He adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, a trace of affection tingeing his voice, "It might make someone want to devour you."
Although he was speaking flirtatiously, the distance between the two remained unchanged, well within the range of normal human contact.
Obviously, nothing had happened, but the surrounding temperature seemed to be gradually rising.
"Oh?"
Caroline Edwin withdrew her gaze, her tone rising at the end, filled with a coquettish charm.
