"Ladies are to be respected and cherished, not subjected to waving fists and bared fangs." The deep, sexy voice exudes an indescribable aristocratic elegance, "If you can't even do this, there's no need to call yourself a human being."
The man who suddenly appears is around thirty-five or six years old, tall with a distinctive frame that does not belong to the local. His suit is stylishly well-fitted, deep-set features, and a high-bridged nose give him a strong mixed-race appearance. However, the most eye-catching aspect of him is his pair of brown eyes, unfathomable, enough to drown any woman.
He seems to be born with a smile; there is always an elegant curve on his lips. However, his shallow smile is not like Amelia Young's, which seems deliberately elegant. His grace is carved into his marrow and flows through his blood, truly like a bona fide aristocrat in a medieval oil painting!
Just one look at such a person leaves a deep impression.
