Inside the study, Dorian leaned back in his chair, an inescapable irritation clouding his brows.
The image of Evelina wearing Arabella's nightgown lingered stubbornly in his mind. Her deliberate seductiveness and the overwhelming scent of perfume made him feel inexplicably disgusted.
Suddenly, he thought of Arabella.
No matter how alluring the dress Arabella wore was, she always carried an innocent and lovable charm.
Even when she tried to put on a seductive expression, Dorian could never help but laugh.
For the first time, he suddenly missed Arabella.
He sent a message to the doctor at the psychiatric hospital.
Dorian: Has everything been arranged for Arabella already? Make sure she gets a premium room. She likes south-facing windows, and the room must be cleaned thoroughly every d
