Her hair got caught on his chest pin, and the man, holding a whiske

. Robinson, could you l

d: "Is it b

head, trying to untangle th

can't see clearly... could you h

glance down at her

with tears, which made him feel a little sorry for her. W

, and the PR manager led Winnie in, chatting:

angled in her hair. Mia tried to sit up when she saw everyone, but beca

igh with relief. He instinctively pulled Mia back into

Wyatt was mad at her. As for what he was angry about, she d

uation like this, if she was left alone, it would create an awkward scene. Not to mention, their entire team

stopped her. "I ca

to do, and after a perfuncto

, and kicked the long skirt hem. She then reached behind her and pulled out the low bun, letting

reshed, but in the process, she had provoked

ose classic, ugly situations that people wo

ivid than the sweetness from before, at

across the room, couldn't help

ply, lifting her gaze toward th

classical oil paintings hanging on the dark green, gold-spattered

d cigarette between his fingers, a

te betrayed him, or was t

le, and finally, a stranger steppe

black jacket, black trousers-but the fabric was so refined that under the light, it revealed a deep, layered textu

Windsor knot of his tie, which looked so familiar. Above the Wi

ent mode. She pressed her lips together and gave a slight nod, her demeanor a

ghtly extended the hand holding the

s-low and rich, but not too heavy, like a glass of red wine w

ed toward her with a calm stride, then bent down to ad

and relaxed. In contrast, Winnie, standing above h

gaze traveled from below to above, admiring her, finally rest

iness and aloofness. It was clearly appreciative, but somehow, it gave th

d the scent in the air was s

of clean, reass

hinking, Winnie blur