As she finished speaking, Casiano's face suddenly turned cold.
"I've said I will cure you, so stop rejecting it."
He coldly pulled up the quilt to cover her, then picked up the report again and sat beside her.
His dense and long eyelashes drooped, making it impossible to see what kind of emotions were hidden in his eyes.
But his tightly furrowed brows revealed a hint of unease, so slight that it was indiscernible unless one paid close attention.
He was always good at controlling his emotions, and Alla, who could not see through him, didn't bother to speculate and just obediently lay on her side.
They rarely spent time together in such quietness. It seemed that in these five years, he had never stayed by her side in this way.
Sometimes Alla wondered, in Casiano's heart, what kind of position did she hold?
If she was merely a substitute, why did he always come to find her after they had separated?
