Sophie Smith reached out to block the slightly glaring light and then sat up on the bed, her gaze falling towards the doorway.
Nolan Davis’s tall figure blocked the door. Seeing her awake, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he slowly approached her bedside.
"Mr. Davis..."
Sophie faintly felt that the atmosphere was sowhat off.
She guessed in her heart, was he angry?
Because his current deanor was sowhat similar to when Asher Land got angry before.
Within a ten-ter radius, she could feel that eerie chill.
Sophie thought she had concealed her eting with Asher Land well enough today, so Mr. Davis shouldn’t have noticed.
There was a strong sll of alcohol on him, and his steps weren’t very steady as he approached; she thought he must be drunk.
"Mr. Davis, what happened to your hand?" Sophie anxiously got out of bed and glanced at his hand, which had dried blood and seed to still have pieces of glass embedded in it.
"Wait a mont, I’ll get the dical box."
Without waiting for his response, she started rummaging through drawers and cupboards and took out the dical box.
He placed his hand behind his back, seemingly unwilling to let her help clean up the wound.
"Mr. Davis?" Sophie was sowhat helpless, "Could you extend your hand, please?"
She slightly furrowed her brows, looking up at him. Strangely, the anger he felt from being used by her suddenly subsided, and inexplicably, he extended his hand.
She opened the dical box, took out tweezers, carefully picked out all the glass shards from his hand, and then took out a cotton swab to clean the wound.
Nolan Davis looked at her focused expression and was montarily struck.
"Mr. Davis, it’s done." She packed up the dical box and looked up at him.
Nolan Davis sat on her soft bed, showing no intention of leaving.
"Mr. Davis, the wound has already been treated..."
It’s so late, why doesn’t he go to sleep? Sophie felt a bit puzzled.
"Little Sophie, may I sit here for a while?"
Hearing him call her na so familiarly again, she had never been good at refusing anyone other than Asher Land...
"Okay..." She felt sowhat awkward. With him there, naturally, she dared not fall asleep.
So, she leaned against the side of the bed, hands on her knees, like a child in class who is forced to sit properly by the teacher.
Sophie didn’t know what exactly Nolan Davis wanted; her eyelids started to droop, unable to withstand the increasing sleepiness, and eventually, she leaned against the head of the bed and slowly fell asleep.
Nolan Davis stared at her; in her sleep, she had clearly let down all her defenses against him.
He picked her up, laid her flat on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.
While covering her with the quilt, he accidentally noticed a suggestive mark on her neck. When he first entered the room, her hair had concealed it, so he hadn’t seen it, but now with her hair spread out, the mark beca more apparent.
No need to think to know who had left it.
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists. What did this an?
Was Nolan Davis raising a woman for another man?
That strong possessive desire was at work inside him, and he leaned down, hands propped on either side of her slender body, looking at her soft lips, he suddenly had an urge to kiss her.
And he did just that.
[Today’s entry was completed in one go. The author will also try to upload everything at once in the future, so everyone won’t need to wait for two separate ti slots. Again, if you notice Chapters out of order, repeated, or with mismatched content, please remove the book, delete the local files, and re-add it for proper reading. Usually, it’s caused by backend issues.]
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