The domineering Eldest Young Master Grant was undressing. After speaking, he turned and strode to the bed, scooping her up by the waist, and together they fell onto the large bed.
Lily Shaw lay quietly with her eyes tightly closed, nestled obediently in Aiden Grant's embrace. Despite having slept on the way here, she wouldn't fall asleep so easily now. She remained very still, quietly nestled in the arms of a stranger.
The aura of her new husband was overwhelmingly strong, permeating her breath; every breath she took was filled with Aiden Grant's essence.
Since the first time Lily Shaw met Aiden Grant, she knew he was a man whose very bones exuded a domineering aura, yet she did not find it repulsive.
The dignified Eldest Young Master of The Grant Family, to not conduct himself with authority would be an injustice to his noble status.
Wildly flamboyant, steering his own course—isn't that the typical conduct of most aristocratic heirs?
