Kendall could smell Rick; there were at least two kinds of women's perfume on him. She could also see an ambiguous hickey on his chest, exposed by his open shirt. Coupled with Faye's subconsciously tense body and the tension in her gaze, Kendall could intuitively guess Rick's thoughts.
Her refusal was obvious. She hoped this man would take the hint and not bother her again.
"Sister Kendall is so humorous," Rick smiled, resting his fist on his lips. He wasn't angry or embarrassed. His excellent looks attracted many passing women to watch.
After laughing, he opened his eyes with a serious tone, "However, I don't call it 'striking up a conversation.' As the saying goes, a fair lady is a gentleman's desire. I fell in love with you at first sight and wanted to pursue you. Sister Kendall, can't you pity me and give me a chance?"
Sometimes, frank men are more likely to win the favor of women than hypocritical ones.
