NovelGoldChapter 225 Claire nestled into the soft pillows, the light from the bedside lamp glinting off the ring on her finger.
Absentmindedly, she rubbed the band, as if it still held the warmth of Sean's touch. She curled her fingers close to her heart, her satin nightgown pooling in delicate folds around her waist. A soft smile played on her lips, like a rose blooming quietly in the night.
Meanwhile, in another room, the bathroom's frosted glass was blurred with steam. Within the mist, the man's muscles moved like rolling hills as he toweled off, water droplets clinging to the ridges of his back, sparkling like diamonds under the warm light.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMinutes ticked away, the quiet broken only by the soft click of the glass door. A wave of cedarwood-scented heat swept through the room as he stepped out, a towel casually wrapped around his waist. Droplets hung from his hair, trailing down his chest and disappearing beneath the towel.
His presence exuded a raw, captivating allure, adding a touch of carefree abandon to his otherwise stern demeanor. Sean picked up a towel with unhurried grace, drying his hair with movements that were both elegant and effortlessly confident. Every motion radiated an irresistible charm.
Once done, he tossed the towel onto a nearby chair without a second thought. Barefoot, he padded across the plush carpet, the lingering steam dissipating behind him, leaving only the palpable aura of his presence.
He approached the window, casually pulling back the heavy drapes and settling into the plush cushions of a rocking chair, his long legs draped like a drawn sword. The chair swayed gently with his weight, emitting a faint creaking sound.
Half-lidded eyes took on the shifting shadows cast by the rain outside, his gaze eventually settling on Ethan, who knelt, soaked to the bone like a drowned rat. Sean observed him with a raised brow, a slight smirk playing on his lips, eyes gleaming with a curious amusement, as if watching a well-orchestrated comedy.
To Sean, Ethan's self-punishment, hoping to win back Claire's forgiveness, was nothing short of absurd and laughable. He reached for a cigarette from the box on the side table, his fingers deftly lighting it. He took a deep drag, the smoke curling through his lungs before he exhaled it slowly, the white tendrils weaving like gossamer veils, softening his mocking expression.
As he smoked, he watched Ethan's "performance" with a relaxed air, exuding a lazy yet mischievous charisma. It was as if he ruled this world, toying with its inhabitants out of sheer boredom, revealing his true emotions only in solitude.
The cigarette burned down quickly, and as he stubbed it out, the ember flared briefly at his fingertips. His long, articulated fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, breaking the room's brief silence.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAbruptly, his tapping stopped, and he opened his eyes fully, revealing a gaze both deep and chilling. He murmured to himself, "Ethan has too much ton his hands. I should find something for him to do." With that, he picked up his phone, his fingers dancing over the screen as he dialed Liam. The call went unanswered, the monotone beep echoing in the quiet room.
"Hmm?" Sean's brows knitted slightly. The content is on novelenglish.net!
He tried again, but no answer came. On the third attempt, the call ended automatically, Glancing at the clock, it was just ten in the evening. At this hour, Liam would not be asleep.
If he wasn't asleep, then he simply hadn't heard the phone. The content istomnovelenglish.net!
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