With unsteady support from the wall beside him, he murmured, "That blind guy who bumped into , hurriedly apologize to ."
His head was throbbing, and seeing the other person was about to leave, he stretched out his hand to stop them, angrily demanding, "Hurry up and apologize to ."
"It seems like you were the one who bumped into ?"
It was a girl’s voice, sowhat soft and muffled, and laced with the sweet scent of alcohol - intoxicatingly sweet.
Finally, Harvey Cooper opened his eyes.
What he saw was an exquisitely fair face with slight signs of impatience. In spite of her youthful naivety, her eyes resembled those of a slothful and seductive cat, oozing an intriguing mix of innocence and allure that could tempt many a man.
Hannah shook her wrist impatiently, which was held fast by the man, "Sir, could you please let go of ?"
The girl’s voice was naturally soft, and even her complaints sounded as if she was lightly petulant.
Harvey Cooper, who had seen many beautiful won, blushed under her tantalizing gaze and voice. Hastily releasing Hannah’s hand, he apologized, "I’m sorry, miss, it was who..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he looked up to see that she was already far away.
Walking in not-so-high heels, even though her clothes didn’t flaunt her figure, her slender waist and long straight legs were quite evident.
"Alas, what a pity. How could I forget to ask such a beauty for her na!" Harvey Cooper regretted as he smacked his head.
The mont he returned to the private room, he relayed the incident to Oliver Taylor.
Even Oliver Taylor beca interested in the beauty that Harvey Cooper described. He felt a vague familiarity, but still suggested, "Let’s look for her now. She may not have gone far. If she’s as beautiful as you say, it would be a pity to miss her."
The more Harvey thought about it, the more he regretted. Just as he was about to call soone downstairs to keep a lookout, the hitherto-silent Arnold Simmons spoke.
The man’s voice was deep, and he sounded emotionless when he spoke, he asked, "Where did you bump into her?"
Harvey, holding his phone, took a while to register that Second Young Master Simmons was speaking to him. In a manner both flattered and startled, he hurriedly replied, "At...at the entrance of the toilet."
"Which floor?" the man asked again.
Harvey: "The second floor."
Having got the information, Arnold puffed out his cigarette, picked up his coat that lay nearby, and left the private room without further ado.
He seed to be sowhat anxious as he retreated.
Confused, Harvey looked at Oliver Taylor.
Oliver Taylor clapped his hands, finally realizing, "I knew it sounded familiar. A contradictory blend of innocence and allure, an extraordinarily beautiful woman; I’ve only t one in my life, and that’s her!"
His mory of Hannah was profound, thus, Harvey’s disappointed expression, after a brief encounter, was similar to his own displays from back in the day.
Such a beauty seems to have a fatal attraction for n.
Especially her every frown and smile, captivating yet pure.
Before eting Hannah, he never thought that soone could portray these contradictory words so purely.
Harvey was still stupefied, "Brother Oliver, do you still want to find that woman?"
Oliver Taylor patted Harvey’s shoulder, his expression one of profound regret borne from experience, "She’s taken. Forget about it."
Harvey frowned, not completely agreeing, "So what if she’s taken? When it cos to girlfriends, it’s all about one’s capabilities."
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