Lorraine Hanson stared at her, saying nothing.
Seeing her embarrassed face, he merely tugged at his thin lips.
His dark eyes swept downwards; the woman was wearing a strapped nightgown, the white silk material was light and thin, and the V-neck design revealed her rounded shoulders and collarbones.
The woman's skin wasn't just fair; it seemed somewhat special, fair enough under the skin to faintly reveal veins, like crystal gleaming under the light, as if it might shatter upon touch.
Especially with her jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders, forming an even stronger contrast.
She was definitely not the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, not even close to beautiful, at most plainly pretty, yet from knowing her till now, this counted as his first time seriously taking her in...
