Liam Yancey clasped his cellphone tight, suddenly losing the mind to dig into the events of last night. He walked out of his room with heavy steps.
The collar of his shirt was broadly open, showing only three buttons clasped. His bronze skin was visible inside, as was his strong and buffed-up torso, tempting and bewitching.
When the elevator doors opened, several receptionists at the front desk stood up hurriedly. Seeing Liam Yancey with his shirt half-opened, their faces blushed.
To their eyes, Liam Yancey at that moment was undeniably suave despite the faint stubble on his chin, and his shirt and trousers being slightly ruffled.
If it were any other man, it would have looked scruffy, even negligent. But on Liam Yancey, it was ruggedly charming. The stubble on his determined chin made him all the more handsome!
The women had professional smiles on their faces, visibly excited, but trying to force themselves not to squeal at the same time.
