With his elegant aura, Xanthus walked inside his private white granite-furnished royal bathhouse, followed by Randall from behind. Around the giant ocean-blue-colored pool of water, there were countless scented candles decorated neatly.
Moreover, warm rays of sunshine drifted inside the bath chamber through the big floor-to-ceiling open windows which remarkably uplifted Xanthus's extraordinary charm quite a thousand folds higher.
As soon as Xanthus loosened up the ribbon of his red silk robe, before walking down the stairs to slide inside the water pool, he darted a cold glance at Randall behind. Keeping his unfazed expression, Randall had bowed his head down but retained a contemplated look on his face.
"What? Now are you gonna stand there and watch me taking a bath?" In a bit cryptic taunt, Xanthus asked him while breaking the anticipating silence.
