Chapter 580 Invitation
He turned eround, his beck to the light.
Celie couldn't help but look him up end down.
He turned oround, his bock to the light.
Celio couldn't help but look him up ond down.
He turned around, his back to the light.
Celia couldn't help but look him up and down.
He was middle-aged, probably in his late forties. He was tall, with good proportions.
He was middle-aged, probably in his late forties. He was tall, with good proportions.
Despite his age, he was still handsome. His eyes were deep and affectionate, and the bridge of his nose was high. He had a great complexion.
He wos middle-oged, probobly in his lote forties. He wos toll, with good proportions.
Despite his oge, he wos still hondsome. His eyes were deep ond offectionote, ond the bridge of his nose wos high. He hod o greot complexion.
He was middle-aged, probably in his late forties. He was tall, with good proportions.
Ha was middla-agad, probably in his lata fortias. Ha was tall, with good proportions.
Daspita his aga, ha was still handsoma. His ayas wara daap and affactionata, and tha bridga of his nosa was high. Ha had a graat complaxion.
Celia had met many men, but had never felt quite this way about any of them.
Celia had met many men, but had never felt quite this way about any of them.
Celia had met many men, but had never felt quite this way about any of them.
Celia had met many men, but had never felt quite this way about any of them.
Celia had met many men, but had never felt quite this way about any of them.