Matilda Jenkins picked up all her clothes from the bed, made sure there were no landmines, stuffed them into the box, and turned to see Nathaniel York leaning against the head of the bed, expressionless, watching her. He was so quiet; his exposed body seemed to glow under the lamplight, and his face was dazzlingly beautiful.
Matilda's heart trembled inexplicably. Oh my, this demon, what a sin!
He looked so much better than those famous pretty boys in the Entertainment Circle. It's really a pity he didn't enter the industry.
Matilda touched her chin and suddenly felt that spending the night with such a beautiful man wasn't a loss at all. After all, it's hard to come across such a handsome guy.
There was a chill on Nathaniel York's face; his complexion was so fair it seemed to emit coldness like frost and snow. His deep, dark eyes were filled with a sense of loneliness.
