Chapter 15- interesting
After having seen the deeply enigmatic Charles and the sunny August, Janet could only describe the man standing next to Simon as "mesmerizingly beautiful," a man whose beauty was almost supernatural in its allure.
His long, brown hair fell in a soft cascade over his forehead, a lock grazing his cheek with a bewitching charm. A platinum earring adorned his left ear, and his eyes—narrow and deep as obsidian—could make anyone’s heart race with just a glance. His face was exquisitely beautiful, the fine details almost too perfect to be real, especially his thin lips, tinged a deep red. His lean, toned frame was draped in a casually unbuttoned black shirt and khaki pants. Even standing still, he radiated a kind of languid, seductive beauty, as though he carried a mysterious darkness mixed with an almost radiant warmth—both qualities interwoven so seamlessly it was as if he embodied two extremes at once. It was the kind of allure that made everyone, even men, want to steal a second glance.
"Hey, isn’t this our big handsome guy? What brings you here?" Peggy exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement as she rushed over to hug him.
Janet couldn’t help but notice that, besides Simon, there were a few other men in the room, but it was Manfred who stood out the most.
"Hey, little sister, what’s with that attitude? I just came to see you because I missed you!" Manfred chuckled, casually slinging an arm around Peggy’s shoulder, though his gaze never strayed far from Janet. His smile held an almost imperceptible mischievousness, and he continued to send flirtatious glances her way.
His gaze made Janet feel a bit uncomfortable, though she quickly dismissed the thought as Simon called her over. Manfred was Simon’s high school friend, as she learned when she was introduced to him.
As she walked toward the group, she heard a few of the other men whistle at her, but she simply smiled and turned her attention to the mesmerizing Manfred across from her.
The moment their eyes met, it was as if her soul had been drawn in. Janet prided herself on not being a superficial woman, yet she couldn’t help but be stunned by Manfred’s captivating beauty. It wasn’t just his appearance—it was the aura around him that made him magnetic, drawing people in without effort.
Manfred loved to call Peggy "little sister" or "baby," and every time he spoke to her, Janet couldn’t help but feel uneasy. There was something unnerving about the way his stunning, almost feminine features blended with a charm that felt almost too potent, too manipulative.