#Chapter85
Mahnoor's POV:
The annoying sound of alarm woke me up and I instantly slid my hand under my pillow to turn it off before Moosa gets up but it did disturb his sleep.
/"Who is calling?/" I heard his grumpy voice.
/"It was alarm!/"
/"Hmm!/" He answered, going back to his sleeping mode.
I quickly rolled over to the other side of the bed, out of his reach and sighed in relief when he didn't search for my presence. He has a very strange habit of cuddling in his sleep.
Is it because he was lonely for a long time?
For how long?
How long have you stayed alone, Moosa?
My gaze stayed on his face for more than several moments, staring at his silky disheveled hair which he usually sets backward with the help of tons of hair products.
Yesterday was the second time where he rescued me. The first time was from his female companions, and yesterday was from my own family.
