Amelia, with her makeup-enhanced stunning eyes, fearlessly challenged him with a provocative gaze, her red lips curled in a beautiful smile, "Look at your cold, unsatisfied face, as if you've been living in a monastery for eight hundred years. Can't those young models and beauties around you satisfy you?"
Daniel Cooper's brows furrowed, staring at her.
Amelia sneered inwardly, angry, isn't he?
If he won't let me have my way, he shouldn't expect to either.
She shifted her slender leg, turned to face him, slightly raised her chin to look him in the eye. They were too close, the man's cool breath spraying onto her face, enveloping her every breath.
His gaze, deep and mysterious, fixed on her eyes.
He rarely saw her wearing makeup, and even when she did, it was a light and natural look. It was the first time he had seen her so bold and intensely made up like today.
