Savannah nodded with a sigh of relief, turned around, and went upstairs.
She entered the room, ready to close the door. Just then, a long leg was thrust in to stop the door from closing.
Before Savannah knew it, the door was pushed open, and a tall figure strode in and slammed the door in front of her.
There was silence inside the room. Only their breathing could be heard.
In front of Savannah, the man's beautiful eyes, black as the deepest night, shone with enchanting luster. Savannah swallowed slightly as her gaze moved from his straight nose to his full, silent lips. "You... Why did you go upstairs?" It was a long time before she stammered and reacted.
Dylan looked around the room. It was thoroughly cleaned, and everything was arranged in perfect order. Good, the servants did not neglect her.
Since the little woman lived here, the room, which had been vacant for so long, became a little more lifeful.