Even though Samuel Sulliven was taken aback, he saw the confusion in her expression, as if she was only acting on her instincts, not knowing what she was doing.
It wasn't until half past two in the night that Keira Leaf finally fell asleep peacefully. She had been cleaned up and changed into a comfortable, soft, pure cotton pajamas. Even her wounds on her face had been carefully treated.
Joshua Sulliven still habitually leaned by the bedside, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingers, his eyes slightly downcast, making it impossible to know what he was thinking.
Vanessa Shelly was right; he was indeed a clean freak. However, even though he knew Keira had been defiled by another man, he still angrily blamed himself for being too late. He even wanted to tear that man to pieces, flaying him alive and air-dried.
