Michael Gallagher's gaze was icy cold, cutting like a knife, making Ethan Hopkins' heart leap and forcing him to turn away.
He knew the man before him was formidable, and he was a fool to provoke him, but he couldn't help but envy Michael Gallagher.
Although he forced himself to feign indifference, his eyes couldn't help but linger on Molly Walker for a few moments.
Her features were somewhat hazy, but her beauty was heart-stopping, especially her eyebrows, which bore a hint of laziness in their simplicity, and the corners of her lips, slightly hooked like flower petals about to unfold, showcased breathtaking beauty and nobility.
He had seen plenty of beautiful women but most of them had internet celebrity faces. Unforgettable and mesmerizing beauties like hers were quite rare.
As for the man by her side, he was even more handsome. If she was a delicate flower, he was the one to pick it, a perfect match without any hint of discord.
