Amelia's voice was naturally beautiful, and as she imitated a broadcaster's clear and rounded pronunciation, her speech flowed like a soothing stream and was as refreshing as a melodious chime.
As the men picked up their wine glasses, all their eyes fell maliciously on the woman's slightly raised jaw and her long, slender neck, as beautiful as a swan's. They listened to the delicate and graceful sounds she made as she swallowed.
The proud and cold beauty coursing through her bones was unreachable and indescribable. The men present couldn't take their eyes off her.
Downing her drink in one go, Amelia suppressed the strong taste with her tongue and gave a smiling glance, "Please, gentlemen."
At that moment, a man with a husky voice suddenly laughed, "Ms. Foster is so young and beautiful with good drinking capacity. I wonder how capable she is in other aspects?"
The words carried insinuation, causing a moment of silence in the living room.
And a bit of awkwardness.
