Bella Woods stared into the man's eyes.
Those deep-set eyes were the most profound, the pupils dark and mysterious, carrying stories of affection with each gaze.
She could look into this man's eyes with wanton abandon, even as her heart pounded intensely, she felt no fear.
Ashton Marshall's eyes, however, she dared not to gaze at for too long.
Yet such similar people left her with outrageous suspicions.
She dared not remove Ashton's mask but she could boldly question the pretty male prostitute, waiting for his answer.
The ambiguous atmosphere in the room dissipated gradually because of Bella's query.
Ashton Marshall mused inwardly, this child was always smarter than he imagined.
Even if it seemed implausible, she knew to ask him for a clear answer.
To speak?
Or remain silent?
If he spoke, this game would end.
It seemed he was somewhat reluctant.
