Chapter 145: A Girl Standing Across
Oliver Donald was startled and quickly walked over to the full-length mirror, checking himself out. He then straightened his clothes and fixed his hair before sitting back down.
When Samantha Huntington answered the call, she nearly had a nosebleed. Oliver Donald was wearing a white bathrobe, with the collar slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone and tanned skin. Samantha Huntington swallowed hard, reminding herself internally, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form," but her gaze still lingered on Oliver Donald.
His chiseled face, slightly damp hair, and indifferent eyes all exuded a man's charm. This man was irresistibly alluring.
"Hello? Can you hear me?" Samantha Huntington forced herself to look away and waved her hand at the phone. O
