Cyrus watched as all three ladies entered the left corridor and entered their private rooms.
His lips curled up as a hint of lust flashed past his eyes before it vanished without a trace.
At this moment, he heard footsteps coming from the stairway behind, and when he looked toward the large stairway, he saw a masked graceful beauty walking down with icy gray eyes wearing a white dress that showcased her buxom figure fully.
Who could that be but Hilda?
Cyrus smiled while looking at her before asking, "Do you sleep well?"
Hilda nodded, "Mm, all thanks for Lord Cyrus's care."
She still felt what happened yesterday was a dream when she remembered how, with a wave of a hand, Cyrus created this magnificent building. She was completely awed by his might before, and now she was fully captivated by his mysterious means.
