Zachary Redgrave was so furious he almost died of anger at the age of twenty-eight. His face went from pale to ashen. "What's that supposed to mean? If Morgan Joyce and I were standing next to each other, I'd obviously be the more handsome one. It's completely obvious. Are you blind?"
Hannah Hale picked up her juice, took a sip, and said with a teasing smile, "You know, I actually agree. I think Morgan Joyce is more handsome."
"Oh, for heaven's sake! I must have torn down The Empyrean Palace in a past life and been banished to the mortal realm for my sins. Why else would I be saddled with two heartless jerks like you?"
Zachary Redgrave clutched at his heart, so furious he nearly passed out.
Morgan Joyce looked at Zachary Redgrave, speechless. He pushed up his glasses and said, "All right, all right, let's just eat. The food's going to get cold."
