The whole afternoon had passed without Lilian being bothered, and when she finally woke from her nap, she felt noticeably refreshed. She took a shower, carefully applied her makeup, and changed into a dress. Tina had reminded her over the phone to dress nicely—advice Lilian didn't mind following. After all, Tina was a fashion powerhouse; her standards for appearance were notoriously high.
So Lilian took her time, crafting a cute yet elegant look. She chose her favorite soft pink dress and finished her look with a playful, polished makeup. When she finally deemed herself ready, she headed for the door.
A knock came immediately. Morrison's voice floated through.
"It's me. Returning your charger."
Lilian opened the door and was met with his unabashed gaze sweeping over her. The look was equal parts admiration and heat, leaving her momentarily stunned.
Annoyed, she snatched the charger from his hands and shifted the focus of his gaze.
