Chapter 97: If you're truly serious, come to my room!

There was nothing more stunning than a beauty fresh from the bath. Damp hair trailed over her pale shoulders and neck; a few drops still clung to her cheeks. Her collarbones dipped in a delicate curve. Her slender hands, fair as porcelain, rested at her sides. She wore Dante Easton's sleepwear, loose on her frame. Her long, pale legs held a faint pink flush, as if veins shimmered beneath the skin. Bare feet pressed into the cool wooden floor. She was beautiful-too beautiful for words. Her shy...