[ Chapter 9 ]
Sitting elegantly on the white French vintage cushioned couch, Julian had his leg over his thigh with a phone on his hand, looking arrogantly alluring as he always was.
Cassandra pursed her lips, why did she feel like she's some kind of concubine stepping into the emperor's room and readying herself to serve him? When in fact he's her guest whilst she's the master of this room.
Moreover, given that last night she's high in passion and blinded by lust she wasn't able to assess him properly. Hence now was different since she had fully regained her consciousness, she could assess him better.
From the look of it, the way he carried himself, his elegant form and his refined demeanor. He gave off that imperious vibes of noble born bearing. Elegance and nobility seem to exude from his very bones.
Cassandra could see that imperious arrogance in his eyes that was probably drilled into him from birth. It's as if he's born to look at the others with his eyes high.
