It must be said that under the night sky, seeing the silent Robert Thomson, there was a truly captivating illusion.
Following up his neck was a slightly arrogant chin, full and beautiful lips that were filled with a teasing and tempting taste.
His nose was tall and straight, like a masterpiece sculpted by a master artist.
His slightly long hair casually rested on his smooth forehead, his long eyelashes trembled lightly, concealing the deep and impenetrable emotions in his eyes.
The night sky and stars outside the window cast their colorful lights onto his handsome face, dimming his wilful indifference and adding a touch of laziness and sexiness.
Looking at him up close, Emma Smith realized that the legendary CEO of Thomson Group wasn't as unruly or malicious as he intentionally demonstrated yesterday. In fact, he wasn't much different from the man he was five years ago.
Looking at him, Emma couldn't help but think back to that hazy night five years ago.
