Chapter 23 The necklace

"Get out." "Don't be so mad." The woman wasn't smart enough, or arrogant enough, to reach up and stroke Simon's throat, flicking it, not saying anything, just smiling straight at him. Only then did Simon coldly sweep a glance at her, her features were exquisite, ravishing but not vulgar, a face that could charm men. He thought about Diana at home, whose chameleon-like attitude distracted him, so he did not refuse the temptation of the woman in front of him and was pulled over by her. He was ready to drink another glass of wine, but the woman snatched it away from him. "You have something on your mind?" The woman hooked up those big red lips again, and Simon looked at them a little longer, but she didn't feel shaky anymore. "Everyone who comes here has something on their mind." Simon turned sideways to look at her and laughed out softly, "So what do you want to do?" "A kiss." She looked squarely into Simon's eyes and put away her smile, her eyes tinged with a deep, unseen mist,