Chapter 119; Dreadful night

It was dark as it should be at that hour of the day. Regan was in his office, flipping through pages of parchments and scrolls on the table before him.

He was bare from waist upward, the dim light coming from the lanterns on the table casting shadows on his bare torso and outlining his muscles.

He was just about to wrap things up and call it a day when he heard a shriek at the doorstep and looked in the direction.

A smile curled up his lips when his gaze landed on Ivorie. His eyes immediately fell on her open bare cleavage that were revealed through the wide split of the flimsy night robe she was putting on.

It intrigued him, just as always. He might have seen them bare a number of times already but he could never get enough of them.

Ivorie's face lit up as she knew where his eyes were. She decided to give him a show and began to walk slowly into the office.

Regan was almost huffing like a hound at the sight of her bosom jiggling beneath her robe. He was transfixed.

Ivorie stood befor