Sally Jefferson held it in her hand, looking at it. The fabric had faded a bit due to the passage of time, showing a faint yellow hue.
Up close, it had a particular scent...
Which inexplicably quickened her heartbeat.
Sure enough, when she flipped it over, she saw the truth—
White dots, scattered everywhere, vividly on it...
This belonged to Arthur Lindsey!
At that moment, Arthur Lindsey's tall figure suddenly appeared at the door.
Having showered, he had changed into a finely made ink-colored shirt, the top two buttons unbuttoned, revealing his smooth collarbone; an aura of charm seemed to emanate from him. His slightly damp hair was glossy, making him look overwhelmingly handsome and sexy.
"What are you holding in your hand?" he asked, his voice cold and menacing.
Sally jumped, not expecting Arthur to appear, and certainly not him appearing so dishily in front of her. Trying to appear composed but also slightly flustered, she answered, "It looks like a…"
