Chapter 208
The words she was about to utter got stuck in her throat at that gaze.
It wasn't Mr. Ford.
Looking up, she was greeted by a face with profound features, clean and untouched by any speck of dust.
There was a particularly pleasant smell emanating from him.
Stunned for a few seconds, Chloe Collins couldn't resist fluttering her hand in front of his eyes.
His eyes were covered with a piece of gauze; how did he manage to catch her so accurately?
Moreover, she didn't see him below just now; could it be that he had rushed over in an instant?
A string of questions hung in her mind.
The next second, Alexander Foster let go of his hands, and she abruptly landed on her feet.
"Next time, you might not be so lucky." he said.
Chloe blinked, clutching the handle of the basket, looking at him, she asked, "Are you not blind?"
A very blunt and innocent question.
