Flora's private residence exuded a captivating elegance. A servant thoughtfully lit scented candles in the bedroom for them.

This particular style had always appealed to him.

Reclining against the sofa, he closed his eyes, savoring Flora’s company.

Her form gently pressed against him as she softly sang. The contours of her slender waist, snugly embraced by her tight dress, along with the tender curves of her bosom, exuded an ineffable allure.

Yet, the more he listened, the more Mark grew irritated. He finally opened his eyes.