Chapter 239

Allen stood about 6'1", just level with Dawson's brows. Dawson was 28 years old, only a few years older than Allen, who was in his early 20s. He might be pushing 30, but he was still far from being middle-aged. Besides, Dawson was strikingly handsome. With his flawless bone structure, he was the kind of man who would still be good-looking even decades from now. His posture was straight and commanding, his features sharply cut as if carved from stone. He radiated authority without saying a word, carrying himself with a cold, aristocratic air that had nothing remotely sleazy about it. But to Allen, every man showing up at Autumn's door was suspicious, putting him on his guard. And through that heavy filter, even Dawson looked like nothing more than an eyesore. Dawson, for his part, was surprised. People as young as Allen usually shrank back the moment they saw him. Few ever dared to meet his eyes, let alone curse him to his face. Dawson had seen it all before, but this situation le