Genevieve noticed the intense gaze in Zhang Jingdong's eyes, and her originally fair face instantly flushed with a blush, then she slowly stepped up the stairs.
Halfway up, Zhang Jingdong nimbly descended a few steps and caught her around the waist, carrying her to the bedroom upstairs.
Zhang Jingdong carefully placed Genevieve on the bed, then stepped back a few paces, quietly admiring the beauty before him.
Genevieve herself was Caucasian, and having been a noblewoman for so many years, she took great care of herself, so she was even fairer than the average Caucasian.
Even though she was in her thirties, she hardly had any wrinkles on her face.
In the meantime, as she had been managing the vineyard all these years, experiencing many worldly affairs, her brows and eyes carried an air of mature charm.
Moreover, she was wearing her vintage burgundy gown at this moment, displaying a style Zhang Jingdong had never encountered before.
