The entire room was in an uproar!
The man who pushed the door open was dressed in an exquisite suit. He calmly found a chair and sat down. Then, he looked at Emma with his sharp and beautiful eyes. He stared at her face for a moment before she could hide her expression. A faint smile flashed across his eyes.
"Come here, why are you standing there with Asher in your arms?"
His posture was simply too natural. He was a natural-born superior. His noble temperament was not something that could be described as rich. It must have been formed in an extremely strict family and he must have received a very good education. His hand was placed on his leg. The ruby cufflinks flickered, reflecting his slender fingers, making people couldn’t look away.
Of course, it was not his hands that made everyo
