Morning came, and Ezekiel woke up early.
He checked a nearby drawer and found various set of clothes neatly folded inside.
Are these from one of her family members… or a lover?
He examined them carefully. They didn't look like they had ever been worn. In fact, they appeared absolutely brand new. Some of them still had price tags attached.
After washing up in the bathroom inside his room, he picked and put clothes on.
It was a black shirt and a pair of black pants. Simple. Ordinary. Yet they were fitted just enough to outline his well-built frame and highlight the sharp lines of his handsome face, even though he always carried a serious expression.
To most people, that expression might seem intimidating.
But to Viola… she might even like it more that way.
Well, everyone has their own unique taste. We can't really blame her for that.
