How kind could he be? So he surely must have dressed her in something stringy...
But then again, considering she was nearly stripped bare, anything to wear was better than nothing.
She simply compromised, nestled into his embrace, and stopped struggling...
*
The next day.
In a certain villa in the Marwell Islands.
A beam of bright light seeped into the luxurious master bedroom.
The lavish, enticing bed was covered with a fine silk duvet, its surface embroidered with golden threads exuding an air of nobility and opulent elegance.
On the large bed, Eva Nightingale shifted and opened her eyes.
She accidentally bumped into a bare chest.
The searing sensation nearly burned her, prompting an instinctual retreat.
"Awake, hmm?"
A man's pleasant voice came from above.
The pure masculine scent invaded her nostrils, causing her heart to race wildly. After a moment, a single word escaped her lips, "Mmm..."
