Chapter 180: Dreamlike Distance
In the spacious and empty room, Cherish Turner had already set up her easel. The curtains were tightly drawn, and the room was lit with a dim yellow light. Candles were lit, their flickering flames creating a particularly atmospheric ambiance.
She used her paintbrush to measure the position of the large bed, then adjusted her sketchpad accordingly. Yes, the angle had to be just right in order to capture the mood and aesthetic.
With a weary and resigned expression, William Griffith stood wearing only a bath towel around his waist, exposing his muscles that were neither too bulky nor too lean. He looked indifferently at the delighted little woman busy preparing her art tools.
He felt like he must have lost his mind to agree to such a shameless act.
Tanigawa was the one to shower later, so he hadn't come out yet.