Chapter 21 Meet The Prince Charming Again (2/2)

”She just called and said that she had something urgent to deal with, so she won't be able to make it.” Mandy had already come up with an excuse.

”What was so urgent that she had to leave the dinner?” A shadow flitted over Zac's eyes.

”There happens to be a fashion show tonight.” Mandy shuddered at Zac's coldness. She realized this wouldn't go as her plan.

'How dare she!' Zac muttered under his breath, but Mandy couldn't hear it.

The darkness on his face magnified.

”Achoo—”

At the century event, Essie, who was sitting in the front row, sneezed again.

All her attention was on the runway, and she was completely unaware that the seat next to her had been occupied by someone else.

”Long time no see, Essie.” A low and familiar voice came to her ears, making her tremble slightly. She turned her head and saw the gentle and elegant face. Her heart stopped beating at once. ”Hanson, why are you here?” She remembered clearly that there was a blonde foreigner next to her. It was beyond her how that lady had been replaced by Hanson.

Seeing her perplexed face, Hanson smiled and explained, ”I've exchanged my seat with hers.”

”Okay.” Then she once again turned her attention back to the runway. She was a little flustered, as if she couldn't face him. Every time she thought about him, their memories came flooding back.

Hanson, on the other hand, didn't have an ounce of shame. He wouldn't move his eyes from her. Her light chestnut curly hair shone golden in the light. Her delicate face was like the bright diamond. Slowly, he was drinking her in. She didn't put on any makeup, instead applied a layer of transparent lip gloss on her plump lips. She always kept it simple, allowing her pure beauty to shine, like a stream of clear moonlight pouring out. This was one of the reasons why people were amazed by her. And presently, Hanson wanted to hold her in his hands.

The light blue organza dress on her body set off her tall and thin figure. And the large V-neck design revealed her delicate clavicle. The hemline was even lower than her thighs.

Watching this, Hanson's Adam's apple rolled. He said, ”It's a beautiful dress.” Of course she was more beautiful, but he wouldn't scare her with compliments.

However, Essie thought he was talking about the show, so she nodded and said, ”Ordinary people wouldn't be able to pull off such a bold collision of colors.”

”I was talking about your dress,” he said, clearing the misunderstanding. The hair at the temples of her ear was tossed away by him. The skin he touched was burning hot. She looked away in a hurry. ”I... made it myself.”