At that moment, Caleb Shaw slowly opened his eyes.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, his pupils gradually focusing, while a faint, nebulous smile hung at the corners of his mouth.
But when his gaze finally landed on the familiar yet perplexing face of Selene Kane, that rare tenderness dissipated like mist blown away by the cold wind.
Replacing it was his usual aloof and stern demeanor.
"Female Master."
He called softly.
Selene Kane wasn't annoyed, not only did she not get angry, she instead started to smile gently.
The smile carried a hint of playfulness, a touch of certainty.
She raised her hand, letting her fingertip trace along his brow bone, slowly sliding down.
Skirting past his nose, finally stopping at his broad chest.
"Barely awake, and you're pretending not to know me?" Her tone carried a hint of amusement, yet there was a cunning gleam in her eyes, "Your hand... is still firmly holding my waist, no escaping now."
