Chapter 18

Days after they returned to Silverton, Iris remained muddle-headed. All she could think about was Thomas' words—that she was his. However, he had been very busy since they returned to the city, and she could only stay home waiting for him. It was 8 PM when she heard movement next door, and she promptly got out of bed and ran there in her slippers. Dressed in a silk sleeping gown, her waist-length curly hair was flowing loose as she ran. There was delight in her dewy gaze as she stared at Thomas standing on the balcony, wearing a shirt with the top two buttons undone. There was a dark look in his eyes—he was surprised that she would wear such a sexy sleeping gown. It revealed her devilish figure to just the right extent, and she appeared as innocent as she was bewitching. Her shoulder straps bared the smooth skin of her fair shoulders ever so slightly. She stood under the light meekly, her slender fingers tugging at her sleeping gown. Her eyes were lowered, her curled eyelashes co