432. Suddenly Released Plot_3

But at this moment, Gray had completely cast aside the shepherdess from his mind. Who was she? Not familiar at all. His entire heart belonged to the Sister Dorothy before him.

From the first glance he caught of Sister Dorothy, he had fallen head over heels in love, even though he couldn't see Miss Nun's face behind the veil. Her graceful figure alone had already made his heart skip a beat. To be honest, with a body like that, the face no longer mattered—after all, one couldn't see faces in the dark of night.

However, as the son of an archbishop, Gray's status was also quite high, and there wasn't a type of woman he hadn't experienced before. There were those with good figures, but Sister Dorothy was truly different—she was special, indescribably so.

Even though her every move was modest and she never intentionally seduced anyone, there was an inexplicable charm about her, almost demonic in nature, that unconsciously drew one's gaze and made it impossible to look away.