He was wearing a black silk robe, its tie loosely knotted at the waist, the robe slightly open, revealing the taut muscles that disappeared into his abdomen, his wet black hair clinging to his forehead, water droplets trickling down along the strands.
Aurelia Shaw didn't even lift her head.
Whether she didn't hear him come out or was intentionally ignoring him was uncertain.
Her radiant face was hidden in the glow of the phone screen, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, her gaze keen and focused on the phone screen, entranced by something unknown, her almond-shaped eyes didn't blink once, her slender fingers manipulating the screen, gently sliding upward.
Mason Nightshade's eyes darkened a little, his gaze drifted from her face to her feet.
Her pinkish toes curled together, their owner seriously contemplating the emotions of the characters, yet the toes would occasionally tense and relax, lively and mischievous.
