"Click!" The room door was slowly pushed open from outside.
A slim and frail figure appeared at the entrance.
Immediately, she walked towards the Lounge, softly closing the door behind her.
The moment she looked up, she saw the man sitting in front of the balcony window.
Lucas Scott's tall body sank into the sofa, his head slightly leaning back against the backrest, one hand propping up his face.
His slender legs stretched out naturally, resting on the small tea table in front of him.
On the tea table, the freshly brewed tea was wafting a white mist, blurring his originally enchanting face and revealing an unfathomable depth...
Hearing footsteps, Lucas Scott's ears moved slightly; his innate sharp intuition allowed him to identify the newcomer without opening his eyes.
His body relaxed even more...
"..." Stella York looked at the man in front of her, her hand clutching the registration form unconsciously tightening.
