Chapter 218: Epitome of sexuality.

In the evening, Arwen had just walked out of the closet when she paused in her steps. Her gaze locked on the man who stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his cuffs before moving to smooth his collar. 

She wouldn't call him overly dressed, for he was just wearing what he usually did, yet somehow it felt different tonight. Clad in black and grey, Aiden looked dashingly handsome —like one of those morally grey men she often read about in the novels. The kind whose mere presence could shatter every ounce of self-control you thought you had. 

Her heart thumped hard inside her chest as she stood frozen, forgetting even to blink for several seconds, Her trance only broke when his deep voice reached her ears. 

"I guess you would need to wipe it off," he said casually. 

She blinked, confusion flickering across her face as she glanced at him through the mirror. "Huh?" she asked, furrowing her brows.