Because of the time difference, it was already night in Valeray City, while New York was still in the morning of the same day.
The man got up to swim and work out. After his shower, he wore only a pair of lounge pants, slung loosely on his taut, narrow waist.
His lean upper body was exposed to the air, the sharply defined muscles etched deeply by the light, exuding an intense sexual tension.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the entire city of New York, dialing with a blank expression.
"Talk like a human," Adrian said coldly.
"I just ran into Serena Stanton. She's on a date with her 'White Moonlight.'" Sean Wallace spoke rapidly, "The one pure, beautiful person you can never have is the White Moonlight. Serena's White Moonlight is Jasper Grant."
Adrian's voice was glacial: "He's the White Moonlight. What am I?"
Sean Wallace said, "You're Serena's red cinnabar mole—the person she once had but can never have again, that's the cinnabar mole."
