What Eileen had wanted to see certainly wasn't this. She had only intended to check the scars, but unexpectedly encountered a looming serpent. Eileen froze in place as if meeting Medusa's gaze, her fear rendering her immobile.
While Eileen remained frozen like a statue, Cesare methodically removed his leather gloves one by one. As each black leather glove fell to the ground with a soft thud, only the wedding ring on Cesare's left fourth finger remained.
Eileen, who had been staring blankly until then, instinctively shifted her hips backward. However, attempting to escape on the bed was futile.
She was undeniably curious about intimacy with Cesare. Despite the nervous flutter in her stomach whenever he touched her, leaving her wanting more. Just putting in half a finger felt so good, so she wondered what would happen if it were his real thing.