The next day, noon.
Golden sunlight streamed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows into the luxurious master bedroom walk-in closet of Lanting Yazhu, and the air carried a faint, refreshing scent of aftershave.
Jiang Che lazily spread his arms.
At that moment, Hathaway Windsor was half-kneeling before him, attentively arranging his shirt cuffs and tie.
Once he was fully dressed, the perfectly tailored, exquisitely textured dark gray casual suit highlighted Jiang Che's broad shoulders, narrow waist, and flawless physique to perfection.
Hathaway picked up an exquisite old-fashioned razor and, with utmost gentleness, carefully shaved away the faint stubble emerging along Jiang Che's chin.
As the sharp blade glided across his skin, Hathaway's emerald eyes gradually became hazy without her realizing it.
From so close, she gazed at that perfect profile, as though it had been sculpted by God's own hand...
His high nose bridge, eyes as deep as an abyss, and jawline that looked especially clean and sharp after being freshly shaved...
"Gulp..."
Hathaway could not help swallowing softly. Even though her Young Master had already fed her full last night...
Still, at this moment, the mere sight of that godlike face—enough to drive any woman mad—made her heart pound wildly beyond her control!
"Master... you really are handsome."
Hathaway's voice was slightly hoarse, carrying an undisguised trace of desire and obsession.
Seeing Hathaway's dazed, infatuated expression, as though she might turn into Little Mango at any moment, Jiang Che's lips curled into a teasing, wicked smile.
He reached out and unapologetically gave the stunningly voluptuous curve wrapped in her tight leather pants a light slap.
"Put away that look like you want to eat me, my little wildcat."
Jiang Che spoke teasingly, with the faint mockery unique to one in a position of power.
"I have important business to take