Chapter 256: You aren’t disappointed, are you?
Since Adelyn returned, Eira didn’t leave her side for even a moment.
Nor did Adelyn ask her to.
Instead, she scooped the little girl back into her arms and carried her upstairs.
Carefully setting her down on the bed, she smiled.
"How about you stay here and play for a while? I’ll quickly go and freshen up."
Eira considered it seriously for a second before nodding to her.
"Eira will wait for Mama," she said.
Adelyn smiled and gently ruffled her soft hair. "Good. Then I’ll be quick."
With that, she headed toward the walk-in closet to grab a fresh set of comfortable clothes for the night.
However ... the moment she stepped inside, her footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
Her pupils dilated ever so slightly.
The spacious glass wardrobe that was nearly empty before was now filled with clothes she had never seen before.
There were comfortable home clothes, elegant dresses, casual outfits, and even several formal pieces.
None of them looked cheap.
Although the wardrobe wasn’t packed enough to suggest she would be living there permanently, the number of clothes still surprised her.
She had already known more were on the way.
Wyatt Reed, Dylan’s secretary, had informed her the previous evening that the remaining sets would arrive this afternoon.
But even so ...
She hadn’t expected to see this many already neatly arranged inside the closet.
Was this really just about making her comfortable?
Her brows slowly furrowed.
After standing there for a few moments, she turned around and walked out of the closet.
"Mama ...?"
Eira looked up from her picture book when she saw Adelyn heading toward the bedroom door. Her brows slowly drew in confusion.
But Adelyn didn’t stop. Instead, she quickly said, continuing on her steps, "Baby, wait for Mama here for a little while. I need to ask your Dada something important."
Then she walked out.
Eira blinked.
She would have preferred to go with her mother. But —
Since her mother had told her to wait, she obediently stayed where she was, quietly opening her book again while waiting for Mama to return.
Meanwhile—
Adelyn walked straight toward Dylan’s bedroom.
Stopping right outside, she knocked lightly on the door.
She waited.
Several seconds passed. But no response came.
She knocked again —soft and polite.
"Mr. Warren? May I come in?"
And it was silence that answered her once more.
The crease between her brows deepened slightly. Thinking that she probably came at the wrong time, she was just about to turn around and leave when she suddenly heard movement from inside.
And she stopped.
Turning back toward the door, she hesitated for a brief moment. Then, making up her mind, she gently pushed it open.
"Mr. Warren?" she called out softly as she stepped inside. Her steps was measured and cautious. "Are you here? I’m coming in."
Her gaze slowly swept across the room.
Without realizing it, her pace slowed.
The room very much resembled its owner.
Quiet.
Restrained.
And difficult to read.
Dark, weathered timber stretched across the wall behind the low platform bed, the textured wood absorbing the warm amber glow cast by a single bedside lamp.
The bed itself was upholstered in muted slate-gray fabric, layered with charcoal blankets, while crisp white pillows stood out as the only bright accent in the otherwise dark-toned room.
Her eyes wandered farther.
Along one wall stood an expansive built-in wardrobe framed with matte-black metal and dark smoked glass. Behind the glass, neatly arranged suits rested beneath soft, recessed lighting.
Everything was just perfectly organized.
Not a single item looked out of place.
Even the polished hardwood floor reflected a subtle sheen, adding to the room’s quiet sophistication.
The layout of the room reminded her strangely of the room she had been staying in.
Yet ...
The style made it still look different.
This room felt unmistakably designed around Dylan himself.
While hers ...
The thought almost became clear before she instinctively dismissed it.
Why would the guest room have been arranged specifically according to her preferences?
She was only staying there temporarily.
Once everything on her side was settled, she would return to her own apartment.
Naturally, the master bedroom would feel different from the guest rooms.
That was all.
Convincing herself of that, she looked around once more.
The faint scent of polished wood blended with freshly laundered linen.
Despite the heavy palette of charcoal, black, and deep brown, the room didn’t feel cold or oppressive.
Instead ...
It simply felt private.
Reserved.
Unmistakably Dylan.
Only then did Adelyn realize what she was here for. It was definitely not to look around the room.
She pursed her lips, for she still hadn’t received any response.
Her brows slowly drew together. "Mr. Warren?" she called again.
Just then—
A soft click came from a door at the side of the room.
Instinctively, she turned toward the sound. She turned in the direction, almost instinctively.
And only after turning did she realize what that door actually led to.
The bathroom.
But by then ...
It was already too late.
The frosted glass door slid open.
For the briefest moment, she caught a glimpse of polished marble inside before a long pair of legs stepped into view.
Strong.
Lean.
Perfectly proportioned.
Her eyes instinctively travelled upward.
A white towel rested securely around his waist —giving it just the appropriate definition it required.
Above it was a firm abdomen, defined without being overly sculpted, followed by broad shoulders still glistening with tiny droplets of water.
His damp black hair hung loosely over his forehead, making him look even more relaxed than usual.
This ...
Wait ...
This wasn’t ...
Her thoughts abruptly came to a halt.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
Yet somehow ...
Her eyes refused to stop.
Instead, they continued their slow journey upward until they finally met the pair of calm eyes that had apparently been watching her the entire time.
Dylan raised one of his eyebrows.
Only then did Adelyn realize she had been openly staring.
Gawking shamelessly even.
Her throat tightened.
"M-Mr. Warren ... I ..."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Dylan’s lips.
"Did you enjoy the show, Ms. Grace? You aren’t disappointed, are you?"
