She turned her head and saw Robert Thomson, who was propping his head up with one hand and leaning on his side, looking at her.
Seeing her looking back at him, a faint smile appeared on Robert's lips. He lazily raised his arm and draped it over her waist, "Morning."
"Morning."
Seeing the smile on Robert's face, for some reason, the scorching warmth made her unable to look directly at him. It seemed as if the excessively high temperature had burned her tender heart.
"I'll go prepare breakfast." Saying this, Emma Smith prepared to get out of bed but was pulled into Robert's embrace.
"You don't have to get up so early." Robert said while his hand wandered around her body at random as if he was enjoying the soft touch of her skin, feeling lazy.
"But, it's already late." Emma Smith looked up at the clock nearby, seven o'clock.
It would take half an hour to get up and wash, half an hour for breakfast, and one hour to drive from the villa to Thomson Group.
