She belonged to the group of girls with delicate and beautiful features.
Dark eyebrows, watery eyes, and lips as moist as water. Her skin was fair and tender, and from such a close distance, he could smell the faint fragrance of her perfume.
It had a hint of jasmine scent.
Just as he wanted to lean in closer, Florence Fuller's finger glided along the contour of his cheek, went against the tip of his nose, and then gave it a firm pinch.
"Ah! Damn it!"
Instantly, the accumulated tenderness collapsed.
Luke Gardiner was caught off guard; Florence Fuller was grabbing his nose harshly with one hand and pinching his face with the other: "I haven't even called you hubby yet, and you're already calling out."
Luke Gardiner was in so much pain that tears almost came out. She had hit his nose until it bled not long ago, and now again, he already had a phobia: "Please... I beg you... Let go... Quick, let go."
Florence Fuller increased her strength a bit.
