Looking at her, Wesley Foley did not put down his wine glass but held it between his fingers, gently swaying it, locking his gaze on Titus Zane, "What do you say?"
His expression was one of a half-smile, as if waiting for her response.
The violinist who had just performed had already left, and he had reserved this floor of the western restaurant.
Titus Zane had not expected that in such a short time, Wesley Foley would have put so much thought into her.
With her hand propped against her forehead turning into supporting with her index finger, Titus Zane blinked her eyes under the flickering candlelight, the smile forming at the corners of her lips appearing lazy.
"I don't believe I am the only one."
As a woman, when being pursued by a man, you must be his shadow; keep a distance when he follows you, making it impossible for him to catch you but too hard to let you go. If he considers turning away, you must start following him—he will then cherish you more.
