Nicholas Croft lit a cigar for himself, resting against the bed with his chest bare.
A thin blanket covered his lower abdomen, revealing his muscular chest and a small part of his firm abs.
After an intense workout, a lingering flush still tinged his handsome face, his short hair naturally fell over his forehead, shedding his usual gentlemanly demeanor for a bit more of a wicked allure.
His slender fingers held the cigar up to his lips for a puff, exuding an irresistible charm even as he gently exhaled the smoke.
Beatrice Hargrave leaned against his arm, a thin blanket just covering her chest, as she picked up her phone and began scrolling through the news again.
