The delicate ankle leads up to a slender, fair-skinned calf, continuing up to a slim waist, constricted by a belt, revealing a frail figure that seemed unable to withstand a single grasp. Particularly at the neckline, it appeared as if a large V-shaped line had been split by a knife, stretching from her neck all the way to the area above her navel. As she moved, the enchanting view inside played a tantalizing game of hide and seek.
Wearing this large, loose bathrobe, she exuded an unexpected sense of grace and elegance as the wide sleeves and hems flowed with every step.
Her face still bore the rosy, languid look from bathing. Especially that bite mark on her cheek, which seemed to grip his heart each time she fluttered her eyelashes.
Glimpsing the seductive scenery at her neckline, Robert Thomson's gaze darkened as his throat tightened.
