Nighttime…
"So, what are you two doing in my room?"
Standing by the open window, Nolan crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Elina and Rafine, who were sitting casually on the sofas in his room.
Both of them wore nightgowns that accentuated their slim and alluring figures.
Elina was dressed in a white nightgown adorned with floral lace along the collar and hem. Her long white hair, usually left flowing, was now tied into a bun on the right side—adding a touch of elegance without diminishing the cool aura she naturally exuded.
On the opposite sofa, Rafine wore a red nightgown that was looser and more modest than Elina's. Her golden blonde hair cascaded freely over her shoulders, enhancing her already enchanting beauty.
If any other man had been in Nolan's place, he probably would've had a nosebleed and a racing heart.
It was only natural—both Elina and Rafine were strikingly beautiful, nearly flawless young women.
