A cigarette perched between his thin lips, his narrow eyes slightly squinting, eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids.
The way he lit the cigarette carried a bit of roguishness and masculine charm, that stance could inadvertently make hearts flutter.
"Thomas Shannon, I'm ready." Isabel had other thoughts from the start, her bathrobe untied, slightly open, just revealing her bikini-clad graceful figure.
Upon hearing this, Thomas Shannon raised his head, his handsome face still carrying the usual stern expression.
Facing Isabel's scorching gaze, he hooked his lips into a smile, "You go to the warm spring pool first, I'll be there shortly."
"What's up, do you have something else?" Leaving a lady waiting isn't gentlemanly behavior.
Thomas Shannon took a deep draw from his cigarette, stepped forward with long legs, lifted her chin with one hand, and chuckled softly, "Just a small matter, go enjoy the warm springs, I'll be there soon."
