Late at night in the villa, fine crystal chandelier brings luxury bright.
Kendric drinks down a glass of red wine with dark eyes like a dangerous cheetah. He just had a bath. There are water drops just like crystal on his forehead and his hair. Then they fall on the white bathrobe. The front chest of his robe is half open. It has the mature man's unique flavor, proud and presumptuous.
The bathroom door quietly opens.
A seductive figure comes out. Her water tender face is a faint blush. Her eyes are full of worship to this man while looking at him on the leather sofa. He frowns like he is thinking about something.
"Kendric, why do you drink alone and not ask me for company?" the woman says deliberately in a seductive voice. She throws her arms around his neck.
Kendric's face is so cold and forbidding that the whole person seems bloodthirsty. The woman smiles softly, holds out her white fingers and strikes Kendric's eyebrows.
