Knox Simmons, who boasts countless victories in the game of romance, absolutely couldn't lose to some little blond girl like her.
"Stop following me." Scarlett Yates turned her head, her face stern, glaring coldly at him.
Yet another man who thinks he's irresistibly charming and adored by all.
Why are these men from affluent backgrounds, who are reasonably good-looking, all so conceited?
Just because they have money and status, and they're handsome, does that mean every woman in the world is supposed to fall for them?
"Don't be so fierce."
Knox Simmons curved his lips, wearing a cheeky smile, "A beauty's not so attractive when she's fierce. Scarlett, I…"
"Shut up, who gave you permission to call me that?" When Knox smiled, his Peach Blossom Eyes sparkled, full of charm.
Such eyes can easily capture a woman's heart.
After all, when Peach Blossom Eyes sit on a pretty face, who can resist such charm?
