After Seraphina Ashworth finished washing up in her pocket dimension, she came out to find Caden Reginald hadn't emerged from the bathroom yet. She casually grabbed a towel, dried her hair a little, and walked to the French doors. Gazing at the sparsely scattered starlight in the sky and feeling the gentle evening breeze, she felt wonderfully comfortable.
The next moment, she fell into a familiar embrace. The unique scent of a man, mixed with the fragrance of shower gel, filled her nose.
"Why are you standing in the breeze? You'll catch a cold!" Caden Reginald wrapped his arms around Seraphina Ashworth's slender waist, leaning down slightly to rest his head gently on her shoulder.
Then, he reached out and gently stroked her hair, which was as dark and thick as spilled ink. Wherever his large palm passed, the water droplets in her hair were all wicked away. "There!"
