Caleb Baker stood motionlessly behind her, watching everything unfold around them with a traceless expression, a faint smile hovered around his lips.
"Sister Yvonne is quite popular," Jane couldn't help but whisper beside him, "I've been with her for over a year, and since following her back to the country, I've seen quite a number of people pursuing her. After all, a beauty like Sister Yvonne is indeed a rare breed."
Caleb cast a glance at her. The young girl looked at Yvonne Finley with a glow in her eyes, admiring and joyous like she was looking at an idol.
He didn't disagree.
Yvonne's beauty was impeccable.
He admitted.
Whether it was her looks, her demeanor, or her figure—
"Come here." From the side, the woman glanced back at him, a slender arm resting behind her, with fingernails painted in cardamom powder gently curling towards him.
Caleb watched for a moment.
And then walked over.
