Dean Rafael looked lovingly at Adrian Desmond, noticing the man's handsome appearance and upright posture, akin to a White Poplar, his every move exuding an extraordinary charm.
"Ruby was pretty since she was little, and I used to wonder what kind of man would suit her. Fate destined your bond early on, pulling your red strings together."
Adrian Desmond loved hearing these words; Dean Rafael's comments struck a chord with him, and he felt an increased warmth towards Dean Rafael.
"She was born for me!"
Sienna Johnson's smile froze slightly; had there not been so many people, she would have kicked him—this man was far too arrogant; she certainly wasn't born for him.
"You say the darndest things," Dean Rafael laughed.
A woman with neat short hair, smoking a cigarette, suddenly interjected,
"I always thought you'd end up with Drew Rafael.
