Zhou Luchen lay in bed until 6 a.m., then got up, showered, and came out.
The service bell rang once.
"Sir, breakfast is ready. Would you like it brought to your room?"
Zhou Luchen said nothing, finding a shirt in the walk-in closet, his entire demeanor cold and indifferent.
The nanny had no choice but to turn off the bell.
Just then, the door BEEPED as it was unlocked with a code and pushed open. Zhou Luchen, bare-chested, was about to reprimand the intruder.
But then he heard a soft, cat-like call.
"Zhou Luchen..."
Zhou Luchen remained silent, calmly putting on his shirt, buttoning it meticulously, one by one.
The room wasn't fully lit. Shen Jing reached out, fumbling for the light switch, but before she could press it, a man's palm covered it.
The morning light was dim, yet in the haze, she could distinctly sense the tall, masculine figure standing before her.
