243: Shocking International Fatigue Group, Two Full Marks! _3
Hidden in the shadows, the guards protecting the man were dumbfounded by the scene before them.
Could this really be their decisive and ruthless Terrence Lentz?
One of them rubbed his eyes.
But no matter how much he rubbed, the scene before him didn't change.
The usually irritable and violent Terrence was as gentle as a large dog in front of the girl.
If it wasn't for their own eyes seeing it.
Who would believe it?
As Terrence bent down, Viola Thompson stepped forward and fastened the top button of his shirt collar for him.
Her fingertips were cool.
They contrasted sharply with Terrence's scorching neck skin.
Terrence felt his brain go blank.
His breath stalled.
The faint scent of the girl invaded his body.
It even made him ignore the intense smell of osmanthus flowers.
Not much later.
Viola finished buttoning and looked at Terrence levelly, like a teacher, she lectured, "From now on, remember to button up your shirt and don't show your collarbone."