"I'm looking at…"
Selina hesitated, wondering how to respond. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as inspiration struck:
"I'm just looking at you… at your face! I've never seen a man as handsome as Mr. Reid. I lost myself for a moment!"
Logan: "…"
They had been standing at the entrance for too long, drawing glances from passing women. A few hushed whispers reached them:
"He's so handsome."
"What an elegant man."
"That face is better than any celebrity's."
Selina seized the opportunity, raising her voice confidently:
"You see? Everyone's saying it. Mr. Reid, you're so perfect—what's wrong with me admiring you?"
Logan let out a soft chuckle. "Why look at me? Do you like me?"
Selina's brain short-circuited. Wait, was that what she had just implied?
Logan leaned in slightly, his face closing the distance between them. When their lips were just an inch apart, he stopped.
Selina's scalp tingled, and she instinctively shut her eyes—
