At this moment, Thea Grant's eyes were already glued to the handsome face on the TV screen.
Even though she knew this good-looking man was her boss's husband, in her mind, handsome men were meant to be admired—even if they were married.
Sawyer finished smoking his cigarette and happened to glance at the TV. He clicked his tongue. "Look at this man on the TV. How can he look so... weird? His facial features are prettier than a woman's. And those hands... they don't look like a man's hands at all. What's with that outfit, dressed up in a suit and leather shoes? Does he think he's attending a wedding?"
In Sawyer's mind, a suit like that was formal attire, only meant to be worn on highly traditional or formal occasions.
After hearing Sawyer's assessment of Julian Winslow, Thea Grant's mouth twitched several times. She cast a faint look at the disdainful Sawyer and said, "Mr. Sawyer, your taste in beauty is truly one of a kind."
