281 Are You Stupid? My Wife Is Dead!

Buttoning up his flay shirt, Draven exited his room to the room in which Avelina was inside.

He had returned to the mansion quite early, but due to seeing Avelina still fast asleep, he had no intention of disturbing her or waking her up. Although as of the moment, he was sure she would have woken up and probably freshened up with her maids.

He took a deep breath as he reached for the knob. He opened the door, stepped inside, and looked up, only to halt at the sight of Avelina, who was twirling around the room barefoot.

The pink, lovely cotton dress that suited her so well was flowing in a beautiful synchronization with her movement. Her braided buff hair, with pins decorating each step of it, bounced perfectly down to her lower back. If loosened, it would appear much longer, right down to her bottom.