The morning sun shone on the greenery by the windowpane, droplets that had formed overnight trickling down plant veins like tiny pearls in the dewy glow.
On the inviting bed in the room, a young woman lay, clothed in a cotton-white nightgown. She looked sublimely elegant in her innocent sleep, her being one with the morning sunlight streaming through the window. Her glossy dark hair cascaded over the bed, partially shrouding a face that rivalled the whiteness of snow.
Not overly glamorous, yet excessively charming.
Baron Lawrence motioned for the others to leave, then stood by the bedside, watching the woman sleep with a complex expression.
Suddenly, he ripped off the blanket.
"Hmmm?"
Enna Clark, feeling a sudden chill, instinctively opened her eyes, only to find a handsome face looming over her.
Ignoring his terrible temper for a moment, the man had an undoubtedly good-looking face. It was the kind that seemed to aggressively attract women, radiating a deadly allure!
