No matter how much she tries, he doesn't believe she could turn a naive little girl into an ethereal beauty.
A lazy, indifferent smile played on his lips as he glanced up.
Yet from the moment he saw Scarlett, Matthew's gaze remained fixed on her.
His narrow eyes slowly squinted, and the casual smile froze on his lips.
This...is Scarlett?
Is she that immature little girl he used to know?
The woman before him was as beautiful as a spirit descending from heaven.
She wore a knee-length off-shoulder dress, in a romantic, noble shade of purple, accentuating her skin to a snow-white radiance.
Her palm-sized face had delicately refined features, with lips emitting a sweet aroma, as vibrant as a blooming red rose.
The damned elegant and sexy design of the dress showcased her exquisite figure with perfect lines, while appropriately concealing what needed to be hidden.
Her eyes sparkled like jewels, her cheeks as red as peach blossoms...
