Early the next morning, when Keira Leaf woke up, she found herself resting on his arm. Not wanting his arm to go numb, she gently moved away, intending to tuck his arm under the quilt.
However, just as she made a move, she felt a tightness on her.
Joshua Sulliven's arm suddenly filled with strength, and in a swift motion, he pulled her towards him, then a man with bloodshot eyes flipped over and pinned her down.
"You... What are you doing early in the morning?" Keira was somewhat confused at first, only sensing the fiery rage in the man atop her.
In fact, Joshua did have a bellyful of pent-up energy. Last night he had struggled half the night to retrieve something above his head, only to toss and turn without much sleep after returning. As Keira slept soundly beside him, he felt their wedding night was left with nothing but emptiness and loneliness. No wonder he was far from cheerful.
"I'll let you see whether Young Master is just 'rice plus a gun' or 'a patriarch's cannon'!"
