A night of sound sleep.
The next day, the morning sunlight shone on the side face of the man sleeping in the luxurious king-size bed, coating his handsome and defiant profile with a metallic sheen. Baron Lawrence's contours were as if chiseled by a blade, his features deep-set like a masterpiece by God. However, his thick and curled eyelashes, along with his thin lips that naturally curled upwards at the corners when silent, softened some of the sharpness inherent in his features. With his eyes closed at the moment, he resembled Apollo fallen to earth—stunning to the point of making one's nose bleed profusely!
Perhaps it was the intensity of the light, but the eyelashes of the man in bed suddenly trembled slightly.
Then, the sleeping man slowly opened his eyes.
Perhaps it was because he had just woken up and was not yet accustomed to the light, he first furrowed his brows and squinted his eyes, then adjusted to the intensity of the light and opened his eyes fully.
