Chapter 67: The Game

It seemed like James Anderson had grown taller and more robust in the past half year. With his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he had become even more manly. However, Helen had also grown taller and wore high heels which made her as tall as his shoulders.

James only wore a jacket, seeming unaffected by the cold outside. Helen, standing a foot away from him, could still feel the warmth emanating from his body, as if it was transmitted directly to her heart.

She looked up at him, his dark eyes like two black gemstones in the dimly lit room, exuding a hidden radiance. Like bottomless black holes, they seemed to cast an enchanting spell on anyone who looked into them.

Her gaze lowered, landing on his thick, moist lower lip... She knew how soft it was...

Unconsciously, Helen suddenly thought of that night, her face flushed with the memory.

Helen, Helen, what are you thinking about? He's so much younger than you! How dare you...

No wonder he doesn't dare to look at you.