After Mason finished shopping, the evening slowly faded into darkness, stretching through the entire city. The night sky was illuminated by the twinkling stars scattered across the universe, and the fresh air made night walks lovely. Inside Mason's room, his eyes caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. Tonight, he opted for a plain but sophisticated look. His figure was in a simple, fitted sleeve that highlighted his form, and the top button was teasingly undone to reveal a hint of his masculine chest. He paired it with tailored black trousers and polished shoes that shine under the soft light.Mason sighs, running his hand through his neat hair, taking a last glance.“Why are you taking so long?!” Helen's voice echoed impatiently through the closed door. “Let me see already!” she muttered, assisted by the soft bang on his door. Mason rolled his eyes towards the door. “Give me a minute,” he groaned, moving toward the door, where he could hear Helen's foot impatiently tappi

The ride downtown was cold and slow, lingering with serenity, which wrapped around them like a blanket. The familiar feeling made Mason increase his grip on the steering wheel. Despite his efforts to concentrate on the road, his gaze kept drifting to the figure beside him. Cleopatra, bathed in the soft glow of the dashboard lights, had a sweet smile at the corner of her lips. “How long are you going to keep staring, Mason?” Her voice breaks through the silence, while her head turns to meet his piercing blue eyes. Mason chuckled, seeing the teasing spark in her gaze. He scoffed, a guilty smile spreading across his lips. As addictive as her perfume was, he finally pulled his eyes from her, turning the corner. “We are here,” he muttered, and Cleopatra averted her gaze out the windshield to stare at the structure staring back at her with a view that made her lips part open. “The De Laminour!” she muttered, and even as soft as the word came, Mason could see the excitement lacing her ton

The evening slowly drifted with time, with laughter and clinking of utensils lingering from the corner of the room. Mason and Cleopatra, blending with its coziness, were lost in their conversation when the double door suddenly swung open. This time, Kelly entered with a proud smile illuminating his face. In his hands was a smaller plate that held desserts. The artistry was breathtaking, and the designs were nothing they had seen.As the final course, Mason couldn't help but stare at Cleopatra, who was completely entranced by it. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, moving from one dessert to another.“Is this a new dessert?” She muttered. “I haven't seen nor tasted them before.”Mason, who could say the same for himself, averted their gaze to Kelly, who returned the attention with a smile. “Indeed, it is a new dessert I have been trying for a long time but finally got it right tonight,” he replied.Mason, who made plans with Kelly to design a new dessert just for the dinner, furrowed h

As the words echoed through the room, the sisters exchanged a quick glance and without hesitation, Cleodora reached for the control panel by the bedstand. She pressed her trembling fingers on the buttons, and a soft beep filled the space as the digital display raised the temperature. The room gradually adapted, with the air becoming more saturated with warmth.Mason returned his gaze back to Fiona, who was still unconscious, all he could do was stare at her. Though he didn't understand the reason for the emoji suggestion, he knew it was important and could be dangerous if anyone were to go against it.The Silence in the room stretches, and the figures behind shifted restlessly, with their eyes fixed on him. Even without turning around, he could feel their gaze silently urging him for an explanation or perhaps a glimmer of hope. Mason sighed, straightened his posture, and turned to meet their eyes. How could he possibly explain his decision to turn on the heat without breaking any ru