Daniel Cooper glanced at the ash-covered table, got up, and leaned on her shoulder, moving her aside a little, "Don't stand by the window, the morning breeze is cool."
Amelia took a step back, widening the distance between them, and said disdainfully, "You reek of smoke."
Not only the smell of smoke, but the red bloodshot eyes and dark circles under his eyes were severe. Even though she was angry, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed. "Have you not slept all night? If you don't want to sleep in the master bedroom with me, you can go to the second bedroom. It's better than sitting on a chair all night.
Fearing that the smell of smoke on him would suffocate her, Daniel didn't come any closer and stood in place with a hoarse voice, "Don't overthink it. How could I not want to sleep with you? I had a tricky matter to deal with, and I accidentally fell asleep here while waiting for a phone call."
