That evening, after settling Aurora into the nursery, Leon returned to Rosvisser’s room.

The bedroom lights were off, but the study was still illuminated, indicating that Rosvisser was working late.

Leon quietly approached the study doorway and peeked inside.

The scene before him was as serene as a painting. The silver-haired beauty sat at the mahogany desk, her back straight and her shoulders subtly moving with the rhythmic motion of her pen on paper.

Her long, pale legs rested on a high stool, with a pair of playful dragon-wing slippers dangling from her toes—an amusing contrast to her elegant and …