Chapter 3
The ugly birthmark, as well as the ugly spots on Finley’s cheek, disappeared, leaving a smooth expanse of fair skin.
Without those flaws, Finley was gorgeous!
Delicately arched brows framed a pair of large eyes that shone. Her nose was straight and her lips were pink and plump.
Other women needed to wear make-up to look beautiful.
Finley needed no such enhancements.
Bryan was dumbstruck at the considerable change. He had seen countless beauties and rejected them.
Yet somehow he was not repulsed by the young woman in front of him.
The phrase innocent seductress came to mind.
Finley confidently allowed Bryan to admire her good looks.
“Does this face meet your high standards, Mr. Turner?”
Bryan deliberately leaned back and studied her deeply. Finley was unlike anyone he’d ever met.
What other woman would hide her stunning good looks by purposely making herself ugly?
He knew now that all those rumors running rampant about Finley Keith were a smokescreen.
Bryan had a sudden urge to get to know the real person beneath the facade.
But someone who could break through the bar’s security system, defeat his highly trained guards and figure out a way to cure his loss of smell was not a simple person.
“What if I refuse?”
Finley shrugged her shoulders, “Then what can I do? We live in a free country. You can do what you like. Of course, I would be free to do what I like too. For example, I’m free to keep what is mine to myself.”
As she spoke she put the pink perfume bottle that momentarily restore Bryan’s sense of smell back into her bag.
“For example, I have a lot of time. I could decide to drop by again tomorrow and say hi. I’m also free to remind you that your security system needs work. Who knows, what happened today could happen again.”
Then, she got up and made to leave.
“Stop right there.”
Bryan clenched his jaw as the veins in his forehead twitched in agitation.. His grandfather was one of the few people who knew about his condition. Not only that but he was also getting on in years and had been pestering his grandson for a great-grandchild to hold and pamper.
If Finley approached his grandfather…
He would never hear the end of it. That old man would no doubt pester him even more than he did.
Well then, if she was so determined to shackle herself to him…
Since her thick-faced boldness was beyond imagination, so be it.
He would ensure she did her part to get rid of those pesky flies in the Turner family.
“Bring your doc–”
Finley interrupted Bryan.
“I have my identity card and other documents with me.”
She shrugged at Bryan’s narrowed eyes.
“I told you, that‘s not that easy to get rid of me.”
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