Hearing the commotion, Abigail turned around and saw a man of unparalleled elegance. He was wearing the black suit he left in the morning, and perhaps due to his haste, a few strands of hair fell on his forehead, adding a hard-to-describe seductiveness to his handsome face.
Abigail's eyes lit up, and she went forward to hold Brandon's arm. "You're here."
"If I didn't come, were you planning to switch men?" Brandon side-eyed Abigail and then looked at Joshua. "Having fun?"
Joshua glanced at the affectionate pair, removed his apron, and walked to the specially designed sink for the studio. He cleaned the paint off his hands before replying to Brandon. "She just said she doesn't plan to switch men for now; she never said she wouldn't switch forever. You know patience is the one thing I never lack."
After speaking, he slowly dried his hands with a napkin.
