Caroline Edwin wore a white bathrobe, her feet in a pair of slippers, exposing her round and crystal-clear toes, as if they were carved from the finest colored glaze.
Her nails were neatly trimmed, not adorned with flashy colors, naturally drawing one's gaze.
She opened the door to her room, her eyebrows raising playfully when she saw the person standing outside.
Blake Fuller's body was already dressed in a casual outfit, with a clear outline of his hands holding a bag.
After letting him in, she moved the chair in front of her, sat down lazily, leaned back casually, and crossed her legs.
"Director Fuller, good morning."
As she crossed her legs, her bathrobe slightly parted, revealing the smooth, fair skin of her thighs.
"Here, little one."
Blake's expression was natural, without a hint of desire in his eyes as he handed her the bag.
"Thank you."
