"Take it slow, my love. You're already doing way better than I expected," Vernon said while gently wiping the beads of sweat on Chloe's forehead. Even the air conditioner couldn't cool down the heat around them.
Chloe looked up instantly as she was shocked by Vernon, who called her 'my love,' because it was something definitely impossible to come out of his mouth, at least not for her.
She saw that Vernon was in a trance for a while. He stared down at her as if he was actually in love, just by looking at his gentle gaze. That gentle gaze gave an illusion that Vernon actually appreciated what she did right now.
'Ah, that kind of gentle gaze while he is in a trance….'
'Is he thinking about that woman in his dream again?' Chloe pondered. 'I guess, even if he hates her so much, the trace of love still runs deep inside him.'
'What a lucky woman...'
"Did I tell you to stop?" Vernon asked. "Continue."
