"Pfft—!" Samuel Johnson spewed out a mouthful of wine.
He raised his eyebrows, his face conveying the look one gives to an idiot, "You think I've gone mad? That I would fancy that kind of woman? Do you think I'm blind?"
Tim Morrison held a glass of red wine between his fingers, a charming smile on his handsome face. In contrast to Samuel's refined and noble appearance, Tim had the look of a heartbreaker, with every flicker of his eyes carrying a frivolous charm. He looked like a playboy who lingered amidst a sea of flowers.
"Who knows? Love, ah, it always comes so suddenly, and so inexplicably~"
He posed like a love guru, and Samuel rolled his eyes to the heavens.
Honestly, compared to Tim, who changed girlfriends daily, he himself seemed like an innocent schoolboy.
The word 'love' coming from Tim's mouth was simply a joke!
