Another bathroom opposite the one Daniel was using — Draven made use of it to wash himself, then dressed shortly after. Looking toward the corner where Daniel's bags were packed, he called the guards; they came in carrying them one by one until nothing was left.
"All that for just a week honeymoon?" Draven exclaimed in surprise, counting—about fifteen bags plus little ones with jewelry, which he wondered what God knows what they were for.
"Daniel, are you sleeping in there? It's been an hour already… or even more." Draven stood there calling, but still no answer; it was as if he were talking to a wall. After forty minutes more, Daniel finally came out, walking majestically from the bathroom.
Draped in a towel at his slender waist that accentuated his body—and his chest still dripping with water—Draven just kept staring, unable to keep his bulging eyes off him. The aura and nonchalance with which Daniel moved around the room made Draven's pulse rise.
