Aurora Coldwell was sharing a bed with someone for the first time, especially with such a stunningly beautiful woman. As she watched Leah slip into vintage green silk pajamas, her curvaceous figure and exquisite features were mesmerized, even Aurora, as a woman, couldn't help but drool over her. She exclaimed in admiration, "Leah, Major General Griffith Squire is truly lucky."
Leah chuckled at her words and said, "Hurry up and take a shower. If you're hungry, I'll have someone order us a late-night snack."
Meanwhile, the fortunate Major General was braving the cold wind, driving alone back to the Shaw Mansion.
"Is there any late-night snack available?" Aurora blinked her eyes with a hint of surprise. She had just arrived in the Imperial City and was still excited. She didn't want to sleep so early, especially when she was sharing a bed with Leah—she preferred to chat instead.
For some reason, Aurora felt an urge to confide in Leah.
