The scent wafting from her body and hair to his nose was very familiar, it was the mint fragrance he always liked.
She was wearing the nightdress Elina had bought for her; whether Elina did it intentionally or not, the neckline was a bit wide.
Henry Dales had to muster up a great deal of effort to move his gaze away from that area of the neckline.
Yet, despite being hailed as a man of principle, he still behaved somewhat unprincipled.
Henry Dales sat down by the bed.
The room was heated well, the down quilt covering Scarlett Yates was very warm, and she had just taken a fragrant hot bath; at this moment, while still drowsy, Scarlett's cheeks were flushed like ripe apples, subtly exuding a sweet aroma.
This scent bewitched Henry Dales.
His hand gently reached to her cheek.
Long, beautiful fingers landed on her warm cheek, tracing lightly along the contours of her face.
