Chapter 55 Charming

And Arthur Davis, on the side, also cooperated by pretending as if he hadn’t noticed anything and continued with what they were originally supposed to do. As Clara Bennett gracefully strode out of the room, the excited voices of the nearby girls immediately reached her ears: "Oh my God! He’s so handsome!" "Truly enchanting! I almost got lost staring, it’s hard to believe such a charming man exists in real life!" "Is a man like this even real? Could it be a famous male celebrity secretly out for a stroll in disguise?" "I really want to muster the courage to ask for his contact information, but I still feel a bit shy." Hearing this, Clara couldn’t help but smile, her lips curving up slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. Sorry, friends, I fully understand that William Foster is indeed handsome, features like a painting, exuding heroic energy. But he already has someone to belong to, no longer a target to casually pursue. As she walked towards his direction, those girls’ eyes were once again firmly captivated, as if drawn by some magnetic pull, closely following her steps. "Look, look! That sister who just came out is also stunningly beautiful!" One of the girls couldn’t help but exclaim, "Indeed she is! She’s vibrant and outstanding, truly mesmerizing." "Wow, I’m willing to be taken away by such a sister!" They discussed warmly, their mutual excitement was evident. For young people, the focus is never just on one gender; those handsome boys and beautiful girls alike can make one’s heart beat faster. Moreover, if the two are paired together. The visual impact is simply a fatal temptation. Several girls were just staring unblinkingly as Clara took steps towards William Foster, only to see him hand her the bouquet in his hand, that tenderness envied by others. Clara accepted those pure, flawless roses, feeling a wave of softness and coolness upon touching the petals. Even though she was still mindful of the previous misunderstanding, she tried her best to stay calm, smiling as she said, "Thank you, these flowers are lovely." Then she turned and got into the car. The girls watching from afar erupted at this sight, unable to contain their excitement. "My God! Aren’t they just a perfect match!" One girl screamed. "Yeah, handsome guys and pretty girls are simply the most beautiful scenery in the world! It seems that handsome men should be paired with beautiful women." The other girls echoed, their words full of envy. Overall, everyone loves this kind of sweet scene, who can resist such beauty? When Clara finally sat in the car, disappearing from sight, William Foster began to fall into contemplation. He keenly caught on to a detail from earlier. When Clara received those white roses, her brow furrowed slightly. Did this indicate she might dislike this type of flower? With that thought, William’s brow also furrowed slightly, his mind full of questions. Previously, he had seen her wearing a white rose hairpin. This time, he had specially prepared these white roses to win her favor, so why such a stark contrast? Confusion permeated his heart. And just at this moment, sitting inside the car, Clara seemed to sense his unease, so she hugged the flowers she had just received and softly said to him, "You look really handsome today." She tried to use this simple sentence to ease his possible apprehension at that moment. Perhaps because of what those girls had said, Clara found William Foster even more charming today. She quietly observed him, noticing that every detail of him exuded a kind of captivating glow. It’s strange, with leg injury and vision impairment, it didn’t affect the attraction he exuded. Even sitting in a wheelchair, even if just wearing glasses to see blurry outlines, that ease and confidence from within still influenced those around him. William Foster smiled: "Today I wore a contact lens, plus ordinary glasses, do I look more agreeable?" His smile carried a hint of childlike mischief and satisfaction, obviously pleased with this change. Clara’s heart softened a bit, gently saying: "Gold-rimmed glasses suit you." Her tone was gentle and sincere, as if seeing an old friend’s new look. William asked, "Do you like it?" His eyes, through the glasses lenses, focused intently on Clara’s face, anticipating her answer. Clara replied, "Mm, I think it looks great." She nodded, her eyes full of affirmation and admiration, with perhaps a hint of shyness, after all, it was a direct compliment to his appearance. William Foster said, "That’s great, I was thinking of having you help me pick out some glasses, the right match." Hearing that she liked it, he seemed even happier, his entire demeanor relaxed and joyful. Clara smiled: "Alright, I’ll help you choose a few pairs when the time comes." She imagined that scene, as if quite interesting, like dressing up dolls in childhood, full of novelty and fun. She even jokingly thought, like playing Miracle Nikki. Haha, maybe this game should be renamed "Miracle William," it would certainly be fun. Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud. William Foster didn’t know what she was laughing about, but seeing her smile made him happy too. Seeing the joyful expression on her face, he suddenly had an urge, wanting to know more about this girl who moved his heart. So he decided not to beat around the bush anymore, directly entering the topic: "You don’t quite like the flowers I gave you, do you?" This question made him a little nervous, yet he couldn’t help but seek clarity. Clara was taken aback, not expecting him to suddenly bring up this topic, surprised: "How did you know?" Though a bit surprised, she soon regained composure, sincerely responding to his inquiry. William Foster lightly sighed, not showing disappointment, merely a firmer tone. "You indeed don’t like them. They say what’s unseen is more easily seen through, I noticed you only complimented their beauty, not that they were from me. Is there something wrong with white roses?" He tried to make his voice sound bland, but inside he really cared about her opinion. Clara said with some emotion: "You’re really sharp, I have no issue with white roses themselves, I used to quite like them. But because Samuel Grant held white roses when he first met me, seeing white roses again feels a bit strange. Sorry, it’s not your problem." She honestly confessed, hoping he would understand her feelings, it wasn’t because of him or the flowers, but the influence of that memory rendering her unable to let go.