Anna Foster stared obsessively at the man she had had a crush on for many years. He sat lazily on the sofa, long legs crossed, casual yet exuding an unmistakable air of regality. His handsome face, perfect profile, every detail just right, as if meticulously designed by a master painter, was so captivating it held one's gaze.
Especially those narrow, jet-black eyes which, when staring at you, resembled the darkest part of the night sky. One glance and your soul could be pulled in, never to wish to emerge again.
Her gaze greedily fell upon the man's face, and for a moment, she forgot to speak.
It seemed as if opening her mouth would shatter this wonderful dream.
Daniel Cooper glanced at her face, his handsome eyes slightly wrinkled in distaste, he then began to speak in a low voice, "Had enough of looking?"
It was as if Anna was only just pulled back to reality, her cheeks flushed as she idly brushed back a curl from her face, stammering, "I, I've looked enough."
