It looked like he was used to handling such situations, dismissing those women cleanly and efficiently.
Although Valentine Teller clearly knew he was a charming man, with a deadly allure to women, seeing those women stick to him made her heart sour and bubble up with jealousy.
Finding a husband like this gives no sense of security.
As she was about to approach, a man's broad shoulder blocked her way.
Valentine turned around to go past him, but the man stepped in front of her again.
She looked up, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, wondering why this strange man was blocking her path.
"Miss, may I buy you a drink?"
The man wasn't very old and looked rather handsome, but his smile was lewd, looking like a thug, with his lecherous glasses spinning around Valentine's chest, making him excited. He swallowed, thinking she was exquisite!
Valentine offered a polite smile, "No need, thank you. My boyfriend is waiting for me over there."
