Early in the morning, Hunter walked downstairs.
He was wearing a luxury silk nightgown, with the neckline open at will, revealing his white chest.
His hair was messy from sleep, slightly curled.
He narrowed his drowsy eyes and looked unapproachable, but there was an imperceptible sex appeal in his languor.
The servants had prepared breakfast.
On the dining table, black truffle toast was decorated with fresh petals, and coffee had been poured in a gilded porcelain cup.
Hunter took a seat, and picked up the coffee with his beautifully-shaped hands. He took a sip.
Every move of his was elegant.
Mr. Hopkins put the envelope aside and said, "This is an invitation letter from Principal Wu of Lance Middle School. He will hold a birthday banquet next week."
Hunter refused flatly. "I'm not going."
Mr. Hopkins was not surprised but relieved.
That was good. If he went to the birthday party, he might cause trouble again.
