Richelle Dunn looked at the man standing in the night from afar. The evening breeze blew, brushing his half-side of the dress and showing off his broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, and long-legged figure.
The street light shone on his handsome side face, and those stereoscopic and deep eyebrows and eyes were dazzling as if highlighted.
A surge of emotions welled up in Richelle's heart. She had always known that Roy Lewis was excellent and outstanding. Now, with the contrast of ordinary people, he looked even more noble and handsome, which made her girlish heart flutter.
Standing far away, Roy Lewis seemed to have telepathy, turning his face toward the other side.
Inside quickly, he found Richelle and the children's figure; their eyes met across the space.
His lips, which were originally pressed into a straight line, were slightly raised, revealing a pleasant smile.
With long strides, he walked over to the mother and children a few steps away.
