Illucia's allure really was beyond anything he knew how to handle.
Barely past twenty, she was in the prime of her youth. A girl her age should have been lively and spirited, yet she was obsessed with looking sensual and sophisticated. Every gesture carried the air of a powerful businesswoman.
Even when her opponents knew she was dangerous, Illucia always gave them just enough hope of winning her over to stir their desire for conquest.
Alluring without being gaudy, sensual without being affected. She truly was a knockout.
Whenever Jaina saw Illucia, her presence and confidence naturally diminished a little. That alone showed how frighteningly well Illucia understood men.
To be honest, when Rowan had just seen Illucia flaunting her charms and showing her thighs, his hormones had surged. As a normal man, he could hardly escape such base appetites.
Fortunately, Jaina was there, and Rowan decisively tossed those appetites into the trash.
Jaina, on the other hand, knew perfectly well that Rowan was meeting Illucia that evening to discuss business, but it still bothered her.
The Barov Family's eldest daughter was blatantly trying to seduce Rowan.
If it were merely seduction, Jaina would not have been so nervous. What worried her was that this posing, preening vixen might actually have fallen for Rowan.
Once feelings were involved, a few tears and a little fuss might be enough to make a man abandon his principles. Jaina had never witnessed such a scene, but she had heard plenty about it.
How many outstanding young noblemen had ruined their reputations simply because they lusted after a woman's body?
Deeply upset and consumed by jealousy, Jaina kept a stiff face throughout the journey, unwilling to speak.
Rowan did not take the initiative to comfort her, either. Girlfriends were creatures one could not indulge