When Daisy Ginger's silhouette, arm in arm with Edward Stephens, completely disappeared from sight, Ian Linton finally stepped out from the corner.
His jade-like face showed a faint expression.
Thinking of the pale pink earrings on Daisy Ginger's ears, a storm seemed to brew in the man's amber eyes.
He had investigated all her preferences.
What she liked to eat, what she didn't like to eat, what colors she liked, what colors she didn't like, places she liked to go, places she didn't like to go, people she liked, people she didn't like...
As long as it was hers, he only needed to close his eyes, and it would be archived in his mind.
He knew she liked platinum, so he gave her platinum earrings.
But she didn't like pink diamonds, yet wore them in her ears.
Ian Linton lit a cigarette, his handsome face was shrouded in a faint chill, this gentle young man now seemed unapproachable.
