A faint sliver of light pierced through the darkness, illuminating the sharp jawline of Adrian Shaw.
He lazily lifted his gaze, dark, long lashes casting a fan-shaped shadow beneath his eyes.
In this moment.
The person standing outside the wardrobe was caught off guard, crashing right into his deep, cold black eyes.
The air seemed to freeze in an instant, turning from invisible vapor into something tangible—one could hear a pin drop.
Gregory Grant: "...…"
Gregory Grant: "?!"
For the first time in his life, Gregory Grant doubted his own eyes.
The notorious Young Master Shaw, who never gave a damn about anyone—not even the King of Heaven—how could he be hiding inside a wardrobe?
What shocked him even more—
Adrian's lower lip was visibly split, a trace of blood seeping through. The reason, needless to say.
Gregory's gaze moved slowly, finally landing on Serena Stanton, whose eyes Adrian covered with his hand. For a moment, Gregory's expression revealed astonished disbelief.
