As the familiar subtle fragrance beside him left, Daniel Cooper glanced at the exquisite figure of the woman.
Looking at her waist and below, he narrowed his deep and mysterious eyes, took out a cigarette, and lit another one.
Amelia stood by the shelf, leisurely placing a tea cake into the cup of water, filling the small cup with an entire piece, bitter enough for that annoying thing.
Breaking the tea cake into pieces, pouring water, her movements were orderly and unhurried, but her head was boiling with rage.
This man was indeed heartless to the core, being nice to you could lift you to heaven, but when he didn't want to be nice anymore, he could completely ignore you.
His gaze at her just now was so cold, so ruthless, as if she was a stranger, his emotions unfathomable and elusive.
Well, the wedding ring was already worn, so as his ex-lover, there was no need for him to have any feelings for her anymore.
