Chapter 421 You Don't Expect Me to Bear Responsibility, Do You?

• Two hours later, Zenon reclined against the headboard, his robe draped loosely, revealing faint crimson marks on his robust chest.
• The room spoke volumes of their recent passion—the disheveled sheets and scattered attire highlighted how intense their session was.
• His fingers grasped the wine glass, swaying slowly, while the bathroom hummed with the sound of running water. His throat clenched, a lingering sense of dissatisfaction persisting.