The dazzling neon lights outside filtered through the vintage-style gauze curtains, casting patterns onto the carpet.
The man's exquisite and chiseled features were even more pronounced, his long phoenix eyes cold yet alluring.
She actually didn't realize that she was deeply entranced by his profound phoenix eyes, always carrying an indescribable allure, like a whirlpool, irresistibly drawing her in.
*
The next day, the morning light was a golden hue.
Eva Nightingale habitually squirmed in the bed without opening her eyes. A familiar sensation, her hand touched something hard and firm, and she opened her eyes. Oh my god, a man's muscles?!
So, she was currently in Lucas Knight's embrace, right?
Reflexively moving back, her action woke the man.
He didn't speak, closed his eyes, just holding her quietly.
Eva assumed he hadn't woken up, so she settled down, obediently lying in his embrace.
