Alaric Wood emerged from the bathroom.
He had changed into a brand-new outfit, a white shirt and black trousers. Xiaodu liked white shirts, and whenever he wore them, her eyes would always unconsciously reveal a gentle light.
Looking at himself in the mirror, without a trace of bloodiness, his skin was pale due to being indoors for long periods, lips thin and crimson.
Alaric Wood smiled satisfactorily.
Xiaodu preferred him this way.
So, no matter what happens, he must never let Xiaodu see his violent side again.
Alaric Wood's gaze was wicked yet deep.
...
Aurelia Shaw had been staying at the villa for a few days.
The wound was healing.
The temperature had warmed, and unknowingly, the trees in the yard had already sprouted buds. Aurelia Shaw sat on the swing chair, her eyes slightly narrowed, but her gaze settled on nothing in particular, her eyes vacant.
Junia Simpson walked over.
