Daniel Cooper slightly lowered his gaze, and his handsome features became even more pronounced and three-dimensional in the backlight. Especially those deep eyes, which were dark and filled with an inexplicable oppressive feeling.
He looked at the woman's full chest and perky buttocks, and a sour, uncontrollable anger emerged in his eyes.
However, his thin lips curved into a slight smile, and his voice was low and amused, "Exceptional at billiards? With the way you're dressed, playing with me, it seems you want to revisit my other areas of expertise."
Amelia was slightly taken aback, but when she saw his eyes fixed on her body, she instantly understood. Her pale cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't lose her temper. Struggling to maintain a faint smile, she whispered, "Daniel, keep your dirty thoughts to yourself, or I'll blind you to any improprieties."
