Lucy Ansley stood up, uttering a confused "ah."
At the doorway, the figure silhouetted against the light appeared exceptionally tall and had an indescribable, sensual allure.
Only then did Lucy notice that he had changed out of his shirt and trousers, now donning a comfortable black robe.
His chest was half-exposed, revealing a small patch of skin, and the belt was casually tied on the left side, adding a touch of laziness to his usual polished appearance.
"Don't want to sleep over here?"
The man spoke again, his deep voice carrying a knowing smile.
Lucy instinctively replied, "No."
Henry Ronan's thin lips curled imperceptibly as he turned and released the doorknob, speaking softly, "Alright, come over after you freshen up."
Lucy: "..."
Something seemed not quite right.
She watched the man leave, hearing his footsteps return to the adjacent bedroom, her mind still a blank.
Lucy turned to look at her big bed, muttering to herself, "I have a bed..."
