Not long after Aidan Lucas retreated to the guest room, sounds of running water could be heard from inside.
After a while, the water stopped flowing.
Then, they heard the man's movement, emerging from the bathroom.
Some time later, the lights in the guest room were extinguished.
The man had climbed into bed, preparing to sleep.
The night once again settled into depth.
The entire villa, once again, fell into tranquility.
But just ten minutes later, in the previously silent guest room, soft footsteps could be heard.
Soon after, the door to the guestroom was opened and then gently closed.
A tall shadowy figure slowly moved towards the master bedroom.
Aidan Lucas stood outside the master bedroom, his mind unsettling.
Feeling irritated about breaking his promises.
He had told himself that his first visit would be his last.
Yet, since that day, he had been sneaking into her boudoir every night, unable to resist the temptation.
He felt like a voyeur, a twisted peeping tom.