As Oliver Thompson was lost in thought, the woman had already taken a shower, changed her clothes, and stepped back into the room.
"I thought you ran away, not caring whether I live or die!" Oliver Thompson glanced at the woman who entered the room and was now closing the door, speaking up with a calm voice.
"If I left you here, you'll be causing a fuss in no time, keeping everyone in the house from sleeping!"
Julie Harrison gave him a fleeting look, then took another quilt from the cabinet, placed it on the bed, dividing the bed into two sides. Oliver Thompson watched as she carefully settled herself into one of them.
She made his quilt comfortable, then finally climbed onto the bed herself, crawled into her own side, and was about to speak when the woman directly switched off the light.
"Rosella, you are disgusted by me!"
After a long silence, the man couldn't find a proper sentence to say, finally settling on one he had said before.
"Mm, I am quite disgusted by you!"
