He placed his phone on the bedside table, then leaned over her as he looked down at her.
His expression and demeanor were very cold.
Scum, truly too scummy.
How had she not realized this boy had the potential to become a big jerk?
In front of his own girlfriend, he flirted with another woman and asked his girlfriend to delete her number, showing no sense of crisis about being caught, completely arrogant and fearless.
Thinking about this, Tilly felt an inexplicable chill in her heart; for nearly thirty years, she actually didn't understand the true nature of this man.
The silver thread of her earring twinkled with a cool light in the sunlight, accentuating the icy coldness in her eyes.
Sophia reached out her hand and gently pinched Tilly's chin, lowering her gaze to study her face.
Such a cold expression, such a charming face, she had not changed at all, still the proud and powerful Tilly Flower, but he was different from her,
