She peeped at the man from the corner of her eyes. His arrival seemed to dignify the humble countryside side-room.
The pair of hands on the table was just too good-looking. She had never seen a man with such elegant and beautiful hands.
Yes, to describe these hands as beautiful and elegant, she felt it was too conservative.
Lidya Linggo tapped her fingers on the table, "Be careful, OK? You spilt half of the tea from the pot. If you can't, let someone else do it."
She admitted that Dr. Aria had a fatal attraction for women, but were these women really that exaggerated? They seemed to have their eyes glued to Dr. Aria.
And Dr. Aria, always exuding charm, could he please keep it under control?
Upon Lidya Linggo's words, Clydie became even more panicked and spilled the entire pot of tea on Peter Aria's coat.
Clydie turned pale in an instant and hurriedly tried to wipe off Mr. Aria's coat.
"I... I'm sorry..." she stammered nervously.
