Chapter 673

No five-star hotel would skimp on the lighting and interior décor of its establishment. Even the female restroom had a high-handed touch of aesthetics. Its lights gave off a mellow marigold glow, which reflected off the lustrous black marble tiles making up its walls, and illuminated Xavier’s handsome features.

He was good-looking—drop-dead gorgeous, even. Tall, chiseled nose, its slope sharp and angular. Like images of blue-blooded men and their firm, square jaws in medieval paintings. He had