Xiao Mei swept her gaze across the group of saleswomen and tossed them a look that was equal parts triumph and provocation.
So, her eyes seemed to say, you laughed at my husband. You looked down on him. Turns out you were blind—this man is a treasure, and you didn’t recognize it.
The saleswomen faltered under her gaze. Some lowered their heads. Others turned away entirely. Not one dared to meet her eyes.
The comparison was simply too cruel.
A man like Noah Steele—handsome, composed, effortlessly gentlemanly, and quietly attentive—was rare. Painfully rare. The kind of man romance novels were built around.
If not for the insurmountable gap between them and Xiao Mei—her beauty alone placed her leagues ahead—those saleswomen might have already thrown themselves at Noah, begging for comfor
