"Are you awake?" Dexter turned around and noticed that I was awake. Instantly, he suppressed all his anger.
I felt a little awkward. The way Dexter looked just now... If others didn't know, they might have thought he was a gangster. He was quite intimidating.
"Sophia..." His voice was hoarse and filled with a hint of grievance as he lay in my arms. At this moment, he was now completely different from before.
I raised my hand and gently rubbed his head. "What's wrong? Eason was cursing,"
"Did he bother you? I'll go and sew his mouth shut." Dexter stood up, determined to walk out.
I firmly grasped his wrist, fully aware that he was attempting to divert the conversation. "Tell me, what happened?"
"Nancy died under their watch," Dexter answered.
I was momentarily stunned. "There are so many police officers keeping watch..."
