The two exchanged a glance and then tacitly smiled at each other.
Catherine Carter's blouse button had come undone again while they were dancing, making it hardly different from being wide open.
From Leonard Churchill's perspective, it stood proudly.
Not towering, but substantial enough to fill one's grasp.
Like a rose in full bloom in the garden, it displayed its unique beauty on the branch, sensual and stunning.
He hadn't paid much attention when she was changing her clothes before, but now he could look closely without the fear of being caught.
His gaze roamed over its proud stance, like a lord surveying his land with great detail.
Catherine, too, looked on with interest as Leonard admired her figure, confidently showing off her beauty while she didn't forget to ask, "How do you feel now?"
Leonard chuckled, not saying much, but took matters into his own hands, declaring, "It's actually better than it looks."
