Since Breenda knew Bentley, whenever she saw him, he was incomparably noble, cold, and arrogant.
Breenda had never seen him drenched. His short hair looked like he had just taken a shower.
Breenda stared at Bentley in shock. "Why are you..."
Bentley's pale lips curved in a smile.
His smile was faint.
It was like the melting snow in winter and the warm sun after the rain.
Breenda's heart missed a beat, and her eyes turned red uncontrollably.
Bentley just ... smiled at her.
This was the best thing she had ever had for so long.
Unfortunately, Bentley didn't care anymore.
Bentley looked down and stopped looking at Bentley, hiding the sudden surge of bitterness.
Bentley's smile faded, and his cold eyes returned to normal.