"Come in." His eyes were fixed on the door, and his pale rose-coloured lips made an exasperated grim sound.
Pulling open the doorknob, a tall, elegant lady walked in, her footsteps were quite bold. She was none other than Ivory in a violet muslin silk embroidered chiffon gown with knee slits. With her shiny dark brown hair bobbing around her shoulders, even with minimal makeup, she looked no less than a goddess.
But William wasn't happy to find her there at such an unexpected time. Frowning, he grabbed the pack of cigarettes again and asked, "Why are you here?"
She walked in quietly wearing those dark purple high heels and leaned on the chair opposite him. "Are you still working? William, it's almost dinner time—"
