|| Chapter 442 || The White Chambers
The door softly swings open, its creak echoing through the expansive chamber where a solitary, slender figure stands by the towering windows. Though the curtains dance around him, not a sound escapes the glass panes.
His gaze has settled somewhere in the view beyond the windows. Long silver wavy hair cascaded down his back. Moulin had already removed all the ornaments, leaving his hair plain and loose. He had changed into something comfortable, relieving him from the glamorous garb he had worn several minutes ago. Yet, bathed in the gentle light of the lamps, he remains captivating.
Ordan stared at his back while quietly introducing his presence within the room with each soft step. The man's tall stature seemed to dwarf everything around him.
"Have you calmed down?"
Moulin expressionlessly spoke, "What is there for me to be not calm about?"
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