"Who said I like eating sweet melons? I was born loving bitter gourds, is that not okay?"
"Well, it just so happens I was born loving sweets, can’t handle even a bit of bitterness. See, we’re not a match at all, are we?"
"Orion Rivers!" Corvus Hades finally couldn’t hold back and shouted, accusingly, "That Lord of the Dark Tower, Nameless, what exactly makes him better than me? His physique? Looks? Or wealth?"
Raina North thought seriously about it. Although Corvus was a bit crazy in the head, if not for his mind but for these few aspects, he actually matched Elias Hawthorne quite well.
"Go on, say it." Corvus pressed, "If you don’t give me a clear answer, I won’t let it rest."
"I don’t know." Raina replied candidly, "Some people you just can’t pinpoint what’s good about them, but there’s no way anyone can replace them. So, I really can’t answer you."
Corvus was nearly driven mad by Raina’s words, gritting his teeth, "Orion Rivers, dare you say that again!"
"Fine, I’ll say it again." Raina, also getting worked up, said defiantly, "Nameless isn’t better than you in any way, but I just like him. I like him so everything about him is good, even if it’s not. Don’t reason with me, you should know, I’m just that shallow..."
Raina, occupied with her speech, didn’t notice another figure had appeared behind her.
It wasn’t until Raina’s gaze swept over unconsciously, her eyes fixed immediately.
Maybe because he had been warned earlier, or maybe Elias Hawthorne didn’t want to be recognized, today he wore a style completely different from usual.
A gray-blue pullover sweater, black casual pants, with a long black cardigan, his hair not as tidy as before but slightly messy, falling over his forehead.
He had a high nose bridge, and his facial features were profoundly beautiful, each line seemingly crafted by a deity, his thin lips gracefully enticing, making one want to kiss them. His eyes, which should have been like a millennium cold pool, were gazing at her, burning intensely as if to devour her whole.
Raina was stunned by this shockingly beautiful sight that came at her.
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Elias Hawthorne’s looks didn’t just match Corvus’s—they completely outclassed him.
Perhaps it’s unfair to judge as such, but she couldn’t help it; Elias Hawthorne’s look entirely fit her aesthetic tastes!
"Hey! Orion Rivers, say something! Damn it, say something!" Corvus blabbered on the other end of the line, but realized there was no response.
He panicked, growling in frustration.
Raina pretended not to hear, quickly hanging up the phone.
She quickly walked over, circling around Elias Hawthorne, "Perfect, absolutely perfect. I’ve got a great eye for picking clothes."
"Are you sure you just have a great eye for picking clothes, not men?"
Raina stared at Elias’s face, instinctively saying, "You weren’t my choice."
"Yes, I’m the only one not chosen by you."
Though it was a plainly stated sentence, Raina sensed danger in it and immediately replied seriously, "Exactly, you weren’t my choice, but the man I married. Speaking of, our fate seems really destined by the heavens. I just casually married, you casually took a wife, and we met. This must be the legendary red string of fate bringing us together."