Chapter 114 The hickey

Leah’s lashes fluttered. Eugene’s knowledge gave her the goosebumps.

“How did you know I am a size 5.5?”

He remained stoic. “Your feet look tiny. It was a blind guess.”

She curled her feet in the slippers awkwardly but did not forget to take a dig at him. “All men are

the same. They’re either leering or openly touching the opposite sex”

He went silent. Deep down, he knew he wasn’t being upfront. He learned about her shoe size only because he had carefully scrutinized every single item she left behind at his house.

He also learned that she had a stockpile of snacks at home, like a squirrel collecting nuts. Most of them are chocolates. Her favorite perfume was La fille de Berlin by Serge Lutens, which he remembered well.

At first, he thought the spicy scent did not suit her. Looking back, he was wrong. The arrogant and intense scent was created just for her.

He learned about her shoe size. Her collection of white shoes was laid out cleanly on the shoe rack, as though she would return at