"No, I just think you look really handsome today."
Her honest praise, Caleb Baker was like a dazzling flower emerging from a hazy mist, frosty yet bewitching, aloof yet passionately fierce, that made one willingly abandon everything to love him.
This guy, undoubtedly, knew his charm well, a mastermind at mesmerizing others.
"When have I not been handsome?"
He twirled his phone in his hand, caught it securely in his palm, and opened the passenger side door. His lips quirked up nonchalantly in the soft sunlight, "Miss Finley, please get in the car."
Yvonne_Finley raised an eyebrow slightly, and with a lift of her skirt, she got into the car.
As she held the buckle, about to fasten the seat belt, the man leaned in. His slender hand secured her own as a soft, warm kiss, carrying a hint of cedar scent, fell on her lips. Simultaneously, the clear click of the seat belt engaging echoed in her ear.
In that instant,
