Matthew Saxon had just finished showering, his hair still damp, as he walked out while drying it with a towel.
The bathrobe he wore was haphazardly draped, with the collar wide open and the belt loosely tied, as if the knot would come undone at any moment.
His fair chest was smooth and beautiful like jade, with a few water droplets yet to be dried. As he moved, they trickled down his body.
Scarlett Yates gazed at his devilishly handsome face, her eyes bright, her gaze fixed, and her heartbeat quickening.
What does it feel like to date a man more beautiful than oneself?
In the past, Scarlett didn't know, and she firmly believed she could never date such a man.
Men who looked too good were unreliable at first glance, leaving a woman feeling insecure.
But now, dating a man who surpassed her in looks, physique, family background, and intellect, Scarlett's biggest realization was that it felt like she was dreaming.
So much so that whenever she saw Matthew, she would be dazed.
