"Snap—"
Without any hesitation, Dylan Wellington reached out and pressed the light switch.
The warm-toned soft light instantly filled the entire bedroom.
From where he stood, just a few steps forward on the king-size bed, a suspicious figure was nestled on the bed.
It was a woman, yes, quite evidently.
Her face was deeply buried in the blanket.
From Dylan Wellington's angle, he could see that the woman had her back to him, clutching the hotel's white feather quilt in her arms.
A slender, fair leg was casually draped over the blanket, clamping it tightly between her legs.
Because of this position, the nightgown she wore was pulled up high, not to mention covering her legs, even her cute little butt was half-exposed outside.
Damn—
Dylan Wellington's body tensed even more, with all his muscles in a state of tension.
Who is this woman!
Where did Daisy find such a woman, whose face he hadn't even seen, yet she stirred an uncontrollable desire within him.
