Watching as Bo Jingchuan finally turned his gaze towards her, Lai Rong spoke up:
"Master, you should rest first. Otherwise, Madam will worry."
The concern of Madam would be wasted if he didn't take it to heart.
Bo Jingchuan glanced at his wristwatch, noting that there was still some time before dinner.
"Understood."
He nodded and headed upstairs.
Lai Rong watched his figure disappear at the staircase, smiled, then turned and walked towards Madam Bo's bedroom.
Holding his already loosened tie in his hand, Bo Jingchuan opened his room's door as usual.
Despite not frequently visiting, he keenly sensed the unfamiliarity inside the room, knowing well his aversion to others intruding into his private space.
His hand paused on the doorknob, and his gaze didn't linger as it fell squarely on the bed in the center of the room.
There was an indescribable chill in his unfathomable gaze, which swept over the bed like a sharp blade, slowly approaching the raised portion where the legs lay.
His steps on the carpet made no sound.
His indifferent face revealed a fierce and chilling intrusion of his territory.
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However, as he approached the bed and looked at the person sleeping on it, the depth of his eyes flickered slightly, and the chill gradually dissipated.
A mane of greenish hair spread out like mist on the pillow, and a delicate blush tinted her palm-sized face due to deep sleep. Between her refined eyebrows, there lingered a hint of gentle elegance.
A peerless beauty.
The four words flashed through Bo Jingchuan's mind.
Then his gaze fell again.
The bathrobe she wore belonged to him, perhaps too oversized, slipping off her shoulders while she slept, revealing a fragrant shoulder, along with a large expanse of her white skin and delicate collarbones rising and falling with her breath.
Bo Jingchuan's breath tightened suddenly, and a hint of darkness and surprise flashed in his dark eyes.
He thought she was simply not averse to herself, but he never expected to be so easily stirred by her.
Turning around, he threw his suit jacket aside onto the sofa, then lifted his arm to remove the precious cufflinks from his shirt sleeves, setting them aside.
Then, his gaze returned to Shen Fangxing's sleeping face, still faint but gradually warming with a hint of tenderness deep inside.
Why be so concerned? It wasn't a bad thing to be influenced by her so easily.
After all—
She would be his sooner or later.
Sitting down at the bedside, he looked at the woman sleeping soundly below.
His knuckles touched the strands of hair at her temple.
In her half-asleep state, Shen Fangxing caught a whiff of a strange yet familiar fragrance, like the clean, crisp scent of the bed, but mixed with another aroma.
She furrowed her brows slightly. As a perfumer, discerning scents by instinct was almost second nature to her.
That fragrance...
It should be a kind of incense in the car.
As her doubts unraveled, the crease between Shen Fangxing's brows gradually smoothed out.
She nestled into the pillow, a few strands of her long hair slipping into the bathrobe, covering the glimpses of her modesty.
The childlike action brought a faint smile to Bo Jingchuan's lips, and his voice, so light, gradually spread through the quiet room.
The scent so close, the inherently strong presence, and the laughter just now, which belonged exclusively to a man, instantly made Shen Fangxing open her eyes.