"What's so embarrassing about doing what you like?" Rebecca Hughes stood in front of James Horne. She was also tall and slender, but still not as tall as James. She tilted her head back slightly, blinking her beautiful phoenix eyes as she looked at him, examining James meticulously as if she were counting the fine hairs on his face.
Her scrutiny was bold and unrestrained, with an element of critique. Yet her gaze remained pure, without the slightest impurity—purely observational, unlike other women whose gazes often carried obsession or infatuated adoration.
Apart from Julia Bluen, James Horne thought Rebecca Hughes was the second woman he didn't dislike. Even though their previous two encounters hadn't been pleasant, her forthrightness had earned his subtle appreciation.
