Soon, another man walked out of the elevator.
The man was wearing a khaki trench coat and a suit and trousers underneath. He was quite tall, with a refined and delicate appearance. He wore gold-frad glasses on the bridge of his nose, exuding an air of elegant and gentle grace, as gentle as jade.
He had an air of scholarly refinent about him, clearly soone who had grown up in a cultured environnt.
And it was to this man that Zoey, who had just walked out of the elevator, was smiling.
As the man stepped out of the elevator, Zoey walked alongside him.
The two seed to be conversing, their conversation lively, as Zoey’s face was always beaming with a smile.
When Zoey talked to the man, she looked up at him.
When the man listened to her, he also looked down at her.
The man’s gaze was gentle, and Gary White even detected a hint of indulgence in his eyes.
Zoey seed to like the man too, for her eyes softened like water when she looked at him.
The two walked slowly, chatting as they went.
It seed as if they only had eyes for each other.
Although he stood not far from them, Zoey did not notice him. All of her attention was focused on the man beside her.
In that instant, a fire of unknown origin blazed up from the depths of his heart, rushing straight to his forehead.
Watching the two walk by, talking and laughing, Gary White clenched his fist, his face growing colder by the second.
It had only been a few days since that banquet, where she and Mr. Scott had agreed to have dinner together.
Now, he saw her talking and laughing with another man.
Gary White’s anger at this mont was even greater than it was at the banquet.
After all, Mr. Scott was not a good-looking man, and he did not believe Zoey would really be interested in such a man.
But the man tonight...
Even as Gary White’s rage threatened to consu him, he had to admit that the scholarly man was much better-looking and had a better temperant than Mr. Scott.
If Zoey liked this type of man, he would believe it.
With this possibility in mind, Gary White’s anger intensified.
If before it was only sparks, now the fla was spreading. The wind blew, and there was even a trend for it to grow larger and larger.
Gary White stood there, unmoving, his cold gaze fixed on the approaching couple, closer and closer...
He didn’t say a word.
He wanted to see when Zoey would finally notice him.
Had she forgotten everything else while talking to the man?
*
"Zoey, does that guy know us?" Zoey heard the man next to her ask her in a puzzled tone, "Why has he been staring at us? His gaze doesn’t seem very friendly."
"What?"
Zoey was taken aback. She looked up and saw a man standing a few ters away, his face expressionless, his eyes a bit cold, with a hint of chilly intent in his deep brown pupils, thin lips pressed tightly together as he stared straight at them.
When Zoey’s gaze t his, he slowly lifted the corner of his lips into a smirk, but the coldness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
So even that hint of a smile that ford around his lips seed a little eerie.
Zoey was surprised, her eyes widening as her footsteps slowed.
She stopped walking, and after a few seconds, regained her composure, turning to the man beside her and said, "That’s a forr teacher of mine, taught for a sester. Wait a mont, I’ll go over and greet him."
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