His dark, profound eyes sparkled with a murky light, growing increasingly intense.
A hard-to-describe restlessness surged within him.
Lucas Shaw lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on a spot that was slowly changing, and he couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.
These ascetic days, when would they ever end?
After some struggles, Lucas Shaw was covered in sweat.
He wrapped Serena Summers tightly in a bath towel, carried her back to the bedroom, then returned to the bathroom.
The cold water from the shower head cascaded down from his head, dispelling the unbearable heat within his body.
Lucas Shaw leaned his arms against the wall, the veins at his temples bulging due to his restraint and control.
After a long while, the restlessness finally subsided gradually.
When Serena Summers woke up, it was already broad daylight.
Oh no, to be more precise, it was already the afternoon of the next day.