The morning sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a warm glow on the side of the man's face lying asleep on the kingsize bed.
The light enhanced the man's handsome and refined facial features even more.
The Presidential Suite was filled with warmth and tranquility.
Suddenly, the eyelids of the sleeping man twitched, his long eyelashes fluttering like a mini fan, as he slowly opened his eyes...
His gorgeous, black, obsidian-like eyes, devoid of their usual dominance, held a trace of lingering confusion upon waking up.
Before he was fully awake, his arm naturally reached out to his side, fumbling towards the edge of the bed.
It was only when he found nothing that he abruptly came to his senses.
The confusion in his eyes vanished in an instant.
His eyebrows furrowed as well.
Where was Enna Clark?
Had she gone downstairs to order breakfast so early again?
