As this thought crossed his mind, the man gave Felix Lawrence a teasing look, his eyes darting toward Stella Sterling every now and then.
He had to admit, the woman was truly beautiful. In this post-apocalyptic world, she wasn't gaunt and emaciated like everyone else.
Her skin was flawless and fair—so fair it seemed to glow.
Just by standing there, she seemed like someone from a completely different world.
It wasn't just her beauty; her entire bearing was exceptional.
'It's no wonder Lawrence is taken with a woman like her!'
Seeing his appraising gaze, Stella Sterling frowned, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes.
"Don't get the wrong idea. And stop staring. This is my friend."
Seeing the man's expression, Felix Lawrence knew he had definitely misunderstood something.
For the past couple of years, he had focused solely on expanding his influence and avenging his wife and his fallen brothers.
Other than the women who were part of his crew, he hadn't been with any other woman.
