...
The adults' room.
A suggestive lamp was lit.
Softly shedding a hazy light.
Ella Lacey was lying in Arthur's arms.
They had just finished an urgent and passionate encounter...
The white sheets were slightly disheveled.
The air carried a certain distinctive smell...
A familiar essence to both of them.
Their bare skin glistened with a thin layer of sensual sweat.
Ella's fingers traced circles on Arthur's chest, murmuring, "Arthur, did you ask Cherline if she has any plans for her future?"
"She won't stay by our side," Arthur Lindsey said with certainty.
"Oh? Then where will she go?" Ella said, feeling reluctant, "These years, she hasn't really spent much time with us..."
"There's no choice; this is your daughter," Arthur saw it clearly.
"Isn't she your daughter too?"
