Chapter 227 How About Another Try?

In front of the study’s floor-to-ceiling window was a black leather couch. Adam, dressed in a white bathrobe, reclined against it, holding a glass of wine that he had yet to drink. The study was dimly lit, with only the desk lamp casting a soft glow. The area by the window was shadowed, and in the faint light, his handsome face seemed wrapped in a veil of softness, lending him a dreamlike appeal that was even more captivating.