After unexpectedly running into Henry, Irene took a moment to pull herself together.
She stared up at Henry in shock.
While she had always preferred men with a more rugged and strong appearance, the way his fancy clothing clung to his broad chest and muscular shoulders would take anyone with eye's breath away.
Even when she diverted her eyes, his black belt accentuated his fit waist and the pants he wore clinging to the large muscle on his legs.
Each part of him was statuesque. He truly looked like a work of art.
Irene knew she had to get a grip on herself, especially because she would soon see her father.
"Commander, my apologies." Irene greeted, her behavior still a little bit stiff the way she had been the entire journey to the earl's residence. "Good evening."
