To say his woman is dull is truly the case. Where did all those captivating little tricks go that she used to pursue him in the first place?
The rhythmic, crisp sound of typing echoes in the office, accompanied by the rising and falling noise from the computer's drama. Originally, two conflicting sounds now blend exceptionally well together, so much so that a third person cannot fit in.
So, when Lynn Easton pushed the door open, she was taken aback.
In her impression, Mason Nightshade is a meticulous and very strict person who never allows any entertainment sounds to interrupt while working. But now, someone is watching…watching a drama in his office?!
And the person is a woman!
All women have a natural intuition; Lynn Easton's gaze first fell on the woman on the sofa—her legs hugged to her chest, long curly black hair draped over her shoulders, revealing a small nose. The posture can't be called elegant; it can be described as lazy, as if she were at home.
