Chapter 57 To Lay Down And Do Nothing

• Isabella was in Alexander's study, scrutinizing the investment return charts he had brought back. Although she didn't quite understand any of it, she decided to play along and pretend to supervise.
• Although she claimed to be looking at the charts, her gaze had already drifted elsewhere.
• Alexander's white bathrobe hung loosely open, the crystal chandelier's light casting a glow on the defined lines of his muscular physique. With each breath, his chest muscles seemed to suppress a certain power. His hair and brows, dampened by the mist, appeared as if they were painted with ink. The light captured his profile, as if seen through a filter.