Nigel was her friend for a reason —after all, not everyone could get on her nerves without facing the worst as a consequence.
Pursing her lips, she stared at him. Her gaze flicked to his hair before returning to his face.
"Thank your stars," she said, then turned to look around the house. "Your hair is kind of suiting your looks. So, I will spare you for today. Don't be so bold the next time."
Nigel's brows furrowed. Pointing a finger at himself, he tried to understand what she meant. "Bold? What do you mean?"
"I mean," Adelyn turned back to face him, pointing at his hair, "red hair is actually looking good on you. You can keep it. There is no need to get bald."
It was then that Nigel noticed his reflection in the glass behind her. Though the dark tint didn't do justice to his fair complexion, his hair was clearly red.
"You —"
"I like this place," Adelyn cut in. "But are you sure this fits my budget?"
Her eyes moved to scan the house again.
