The man fell silent again.
"You don't have to fake sleeping!"
The woman's eyes remained shut despite his words; she was not moved.
This little thing deserved to be taught a lesson!
With this thought in mind, the man leaned his torso over hers and started to move his palm across her smooth and tender skin. Since she was adamant on not facing him, he would jerk her eyes open through any means.
His cool fingertips contrasted sharply with his body heat which made her jump instantly. Catching hold of his arm, she slowly opened her eyes in the dark.
Her orbs shone like agate stones under the moonbeams streaming in from outside the window.
"Are you willing to open your eyes finally?" commented the man with a smile.
The woman merely retorted coldly, "Why are you back this late?"
"I had dinner with a few directors; that's why."
"Why didn't you call over the last few days?"
"You were mad at me," he answered simply.
