The light dazzled George River, and by the time he regained his senses, he was already standing in front of Hannah, his tall figure completely shielding her – it was then that he perceived her petite stature.
As he looked down, what he saw were those enchanting eyes and eyebrows, with the corners of her eyes drawing out a touch of vivid crimson, as stunning as a rose. Delicate to the point of inspiring possessive desires, yet when one reached out to touch, it was like being pricked by a handful of thorns.
"Director River, mind your manners." She caught the man's extended hand with a smile, exerting no strength, yet the man obediently surrendered to her.
