Staring at his handsome face, Rosalynn pressed on, "What do you find appealing about me?

Is it because I'm attractive? But if | were plain-looking, would you still feel the same way?”

What sort of question was that?

Brian frowned and said, “Rosalynn, don't be stubborn. It's natural for men to be drawn to beautiful women. But—"

"I don't like superficial men." Rosalyn cut Brian off.

Brian held back his words.

He narrowed his eyes and asked, "You're calling me superficial?"

"Am | wrong?"

If he wasn't superficial, why had he never seen her again after their initial meeting?

She had endured two years of lonely married life.

Rosalynn scoffed, shut the car door, and drove away.

Brian's eyes darkened, and a chill emanated from him.

How could she accuse him of being superficial?

Was it superficial to appreciate beauty?

If so, were there any beings in the world that were not superficial?

Besides, he hadn't finished speaking.

More than physical beauty, he valued an engaging soul.

‘As Rosalyn drove on, Brian's image lingered in her thoughts.

She knew her question had been foolish.

A playboy’s love held no value, right?

So what did it matter if he liked her or not?

Rosalynn took a deep breath to compose herself and pushed the thoughts away.