Chapter 287 Pattern

His hair was brushed back and secured with a simple silver circlet, and a finely worked belt rested at his waist.

He'd tried on at least ten outfits to choose this one. He'd spent almost two hours on it.

He knew he was handsome, so he'd even applied a thin layer of powder to brighten his complexion, more alluring, more polished.

Evander's mouth tipped up. She won't be able to take her eyes off me.