Chapter 77

The woman approached Theodore and asked coyly, "Isn't it boring to sleep alone, Mr. Lockwood?" She had studied him from afar. He had a good figure—broad shoulders that tapered into a slim waist, and long legs that stretched on for miles. Yet it wasn't until she drew closer that she realized how devastatingly handsome he was. His features stole her breath, sending her heart into a frantic rhythm. Theodore had just closed his eyes when his rest was disturbed. On top of that, the cloying scent of her perfume invaded his senses, deepening his irritation. He opened his eyes with indifference. Fatigue lingered in the depths of his gaze—dark, bottomless, and strangely captivating, like the abyss itself. Her knees weakened under his stare. A tingling sensation spread through her body as she leaned closer. "Why don't I accompany you?" She didn't care if her attempt at seduction failed. Even one night beside him would be enough. "Accompany me?" Theodore's lips curved into a smile. His ink-