Shirley Thorne had rarely seen Ethan Grant in pajamas, let alone ones this loose-fitting.
Ethan Grant's personal belongings were very much in his signature style: a palette of black, white, and other cool tones; simple and uncluttered; precise and, frankly, dull.
The occasional pattern was just a brand logo, which hardly counted.
So, when Ethan Grant appeared before her dressed in crimson pajamas, Shirley was so stunned she nearly forgot to breathe.
And he was wearing glasses!
If the world's richest man in a suit, hard at work, had held the top spot in Shirley Thorne's heart before, that had all changed now. The crimson pajamas were the one true king.
Another image was now permanently seared into Shirley Thorne's mental highlight reel of him.
Ethan Grant had fair skin and a lean build. The crimson pajamas only served to accentuate his fair, handsome features, making him look as if he had been personally sculpted by Aethel herself.
