"Emily Stone..." He finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, "From now on, still wear glasses!"
Upon hearing this, Emily Stone furrowed her brows and lifted her face to stare at him, "Do I... not look good this way?"
The man chuckled softly, finally setting her down on the ground, then walked a few steps forward, standing about three or four meters away from her.
He remained silent, his back to her, his figure tall and proud, but also visibly tense.
Without glasses, she naturally looked good, even breathtakingly beautiful.
But the mere thought of those men outside looking at her made him wish more than ever that she wore glasses, to forever hide that beauty!
Walter Schmidt... Observing the man's distinguished and extraordinary stance, Emily Stone felt a tightness in her chest and suddenly remembered Minnie Sutton's words.
