The moonlight was gentle tonight.
The man was gentle too. He not only bathed her personally, but also patted her on the back gently like coaxing a child to sleep.
However, he strongly opposed her request to stay in the dorm temporarily.
Amelia fell silent in exhaustion after being rejected for the nth time.
With the lights turned off in the bedroom, the moonlight shone through the glass. Amelia turned her head to avoid the light and drowsily snuggled into the man's arms.
In the dimness, Daniel Cooper opened his eyes. His big hand gently patted her intermittently, a trace of anger slowly surfacing in his eyes.
Although she didn't want to talk about it, he could guess that someone must have said something to her.
His phone on the pillow was set to silent. One after another, messages illuminated and popped up on the screen.
Mason Hawkins: [The usual place, come have a drink]
Mason Hawkins: [What are you doing? Not replying to my messages? Are you back at it again?]
