"I was just passing by and heard you were here, so I came to see you." Snow Collins unconsciously reached out and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, his eyes tender and warm.
His natural gesture, however, caught Bella Scott off guard. It would be inappropriate to avoid it, so she just stood there with a stiff face.
To the onlookers, the scene of the handsome man and beautiful woman was pleasing to the eye, a beautiful sight to behold.
It was a pity that Snow Collins was about to get married, so no matter how well-matched they appeared, they could not be joined in a happy union.
"Hey, who are you?" Grant Ray's voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone looked over to see Grant Ray in a red coat, standing sulkily not far away.
If one ignored his dissatisfaction and jealousy, he could be considered a handsome and dashing young man, not far behind Snow Collins in appearance.
"How did you get here?" Bella Scott was surprised to see Grant Ray as well.
