Huh? She felt a bit embarrassed and confessed, "Because your eyes are very beautiful."
"Aren’t you afraid of my eyes?" Many people dare not make direct eye contact with him. If they do so for too long, it becomes unbearable. His friend, Nathan, had once said such words, "Daniel, sometimes when you stare straight at someone, it gives them an unsettling feeling, as if the person is right in front of you, yet you see nothing in your eyes."
A man with such beautiful eyes asking her if she was afraid of them, this was at least the first time Mabel Quinn had faced such a question, "Uh, your eyes are so pretty, why would I be afraid?"
She spoke seriously, her eyes not avoiding his at all.
He smiled slightly, "Earlier, when you answered the reporter about the importance of the role of Liam Xenos, did you really mean that?"
"You heard that too?" She was surprised.
"I really like the role of Liam Xenos. When writing him, I always felt he represented many beautiful things from my childhood." Mabel Quinn said, as scenes from the past flashed in her mind, making her feel happy.
The natural and gentle smile on her face was beautiful and attractive, as if seeing her smile would make anyone feel much more at ease.
Daniel Harris had seen many beauties, but at this moment, the smile that appeared on Mabel Quinn’s face seemed to move something within him.
"You wrote Liam Xenos?" he asked.
She suddenly snapped back to reality, "Because I’m part of the screenwriting team and had the fortune to be involved in this script’s creation." She didn’t explain that when she said "write," she actually meant writing a novel. This involved too many things, so it was better not to say anything.
"Indeed." He said, "But everyone is in the restaurant, and it’s quite lively there, aren’t you going?"
"Aren’t you not going either?" she smiled and said.
"I like peace and quiet, so I came here to get some fresh air."
Mabel Quinn looked at the man in front of her, estimating he was about 185 centimeters tall, with an elegant and refined appearance, exuding a gentle scholarly aura—sophisticated but not overly aloof. If described in terms of painting, Kyle Kinston would be a colorful oil painting, almost exquisite to the last detail, while this man before her was like an ink-wash landscape painting, enshrouded in mist, difficult to clearly discern even if approached closely, the mountains and water.
With such outstanding looks appearing in such a setting, Mabel Quinn associated him with a certain profession, "You’re not an actor, are you?" she asked.
"An actor?" He raised his eyebrows, finding it somewhat novel.
"You look really nice, and you’re tall too, you totally fit the current trend of the young, handsome actors." She commented.
There was a fleeting cold light in Daniel Harris’s eyes. If others heard her evaluation, they might wonder what to think. Even though her earlier explanations about Liam Xenos had left a good impression on him, he still thought it might be necessary to let her understand what it means to watch one’s words because some things shouldn’t be said lightly.
"But I didn’t seem to see you at the opening ceremony just now." She said, recalling the opening ceremony and the subsequent press conference, convinced that she really didn’t see him. After all, a person like him would definitely stand out in a crowd.