After returning to London, Huo Zun obviously became busier.
Yet, the man always carried a low pressure around him, clearly in a bad mood, which only improved under Hua Nuan's soothing presence.
But Hua Nuan had to sigh with her hands on her waist, because the man was really a beast.
His demands were insatiable.
Though Huo Zun felt at ease, she couldn't get out of bed, her waist sore and aching.
...
The next day, when Hua Nuan woke up groggily, the man was already gone from the bedroom.
Hua Nuan furrowed her beautiful brows, seeing the surroundings empty, she pressed her lips together.
Even though the man was not there, the room still carried his subtle scent, captivating one's heart, making them unknowingly sink into the man's tenderness.
...
Hua Nuan, after washing up, went downstairs, where the butler had already prepared a lavish breakfast.
"Madam, sir ordered that since you love millet porridge, it was specially simmered for two hours today."
