The man spoke in a haunting tone, "I'm not used to sleeping in the same room with another man, so if you don't want to come back, I won't force you. Anyway, sleeping alone for one night won't kill me."
Amelia, "..."
Why is he being so fussy?
Not bothering to continue the conversation, she simply stretched out her hand to turn off the light, "Someone who got injured because of another woman has no right to negotiate terms with me. It's late, let's sleep."
Daniel Cooper, "..."
The man's complexion became even darker in the dim light, and he heavily leaned against the head of the bed without moving, "You sleep, I'm not tired."
Every night before when she used to play with her phone on the sofa, she wouldn't settle down until almost eleven, but now lying next to him, she couldn't even bother to chat a little longer.
