William Guillen was right about one thing. She had indeed been coveting him for a long ti.
But she was a person with principles and would not shalessly throw herself at him, begging him to want her.
After taking a bath, William Guillen realized he didn’t have any clothes to change into. He grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist.
He opened the door, slightly embarrassed, and explained, "...I don’t have any clothes to change into here, so I’m just using a bath towel. You don’t mind, do you?"
"...No, I don’t."
What could she do about it even if she did? He couldn’t leave now, and it was impossible for soone to bring him clothes...
"That’s good." William Guillen was also quite embarrassed. He dried his hair and lay down on the bed.
He turned his head and glanced at Fluffy Zane. "Shall I turn off the light?"
"Mhm."
Fluffy Zane, with her eyes closed, suddenly felt the light dim as he turned off the lamp.
Darkness fell, and she finally found the courage to open her eyes.
There was quite a distance between them, but even so, she could still sll his familiar, strong masculine scent.
It lingered before her nostrils, refusing to dissipate and continually stirring her heart.
William Guillen chuckled softly. "Don’t be nervous. I won’t do anything to you."
However beastly he might be, he still had restraint.
He knew clearly which people could be touched casually and which could not.
Fluffy Zane didn’t speak. He probably doesn’t realize how much it wounds soone to hear that, especially from the person they like.
This night would be a long one. And a sleepless one...
「The night was deep.」
Sophie Sullivan couldn’t sleep.
She opened her eyes and looked at the man beside her; he was still sound asleep.
Clearly, her waking from the nightmare hadn’t disturbed him.
Sophie thought, This man must be naturally domineering. Even when he’s in deep sleep, he doesn’t forget to hold tight in his arm.
Her body was forced against his embrace, their posture like inseparable conjoined twins.
She painstakingly pulled her hand free and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
My mind is growing hazy. The frequency of my nightmares seems to be increasing recently... Each ti, I’m heartbroken in my dreams. When I wake up, I can never recall what happened in the dream, who was there, or what transpired. My brain feels empty. No matter how hard I try to search my entire brain for mories, I can’t find even a single useful ssage. Not even a fragnted piece.
She sighed softly and consoled herself, Perhaps the ti just isn’t right. Since I’m already having nightmares, does it an that one day, my mories will suddenly reappear all at once in my brain, like a surprise? I believe my brain won’t always be blank. Just as I won’t always be ugly, it’s rely a matter of ti.
With her eyes open, her brain filled with wild thoughts, she listened to the sound of Thomas Shannon’s light, even breathing beside her.
Gradually, her eyelids grew heavy.
Her eyes slowly closed.
Only after Sophie fell asleep again did Thomas Shannon slowly open his eyes. In the darkness, he reached out and gently caressed her cheek.
"Even if your grandmother leaves you, I won’t leave you."
In her dream, she had been crying, begging her grandmother not to leave her...
Her voice was so desperate, her tone so grief-stricken.
Although he didn’t know what had happened in her dream, hearing her voice, he felt as if he could share her pain.
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