As if she could see the servants moving chairs onto the lawn, and Maxwell Cameron chasing her around the garden, it was Mr. Butler who held the camera.
In her memories, all her childhood was painted with the sunny hues of clear skies.
Lost in nostalgia, Anna Jadwin was jolted back to reality when the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Only a towel wrapped around his lower body, Maxwell Cameron strode out, his strong body and tight abdomen on full display.
Intricate tattoos marked his arms... With careful attention, one could discern the name Felicia among the swirling vines...
An inadvertent glance from Anna followed by a hurried downturn of her eyes, "Why aren't you wearing clothes?" she exclaimed.
"Thanks to him, all my clothes are drenched."
"..."
"Is this your first time seeing my bare chest, Felicia Sullivan? I am to be your husband, you should get used to it!"