After Ashton Heath finished speaking, he turned his head, his eyes filled with a hint of threat and dissatisfaction as he looked at Yannick Luther, "Mr. Brandon, why don't you call your cousin over? If you bring children to events like this in the future, don't bother asking me to come."
Ashton Heath was not actually that unapproachable.
If Wendy Arden had been a normal junior, his attitude towards her wouldn't be so cold, though it wouldn't necessarily be much better either.
The reason for his coldness now was because Ashton had keenly sensed the little intention in Wendy Arden's mind.
He had seen the admiring gaze of many women before.
A sixteen-year-old admirer didn't make him feel infinitely charming.
He just thought it was a nuisance.
Having many admirers might be seen as proof of one's charm for other men, satisfying their vanity and boosting their confidence.
But for Ashton Heath, it was nothing but trouble.
