I deeply hoped that after expressing my gratitude, he would stop being so polite with me.
Having grown accustomed to confronting a lecherous wolf, suddenly engaging in normal conversation not only made me uneasy but also gave me a creepy feeling, as if he had ulterior motives!
He remained seated, watching me, as if waiting or scrutinizing. After a long while, he couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you going to sleep yet?"
"Huh? You expect me to sleep like this? Are you sure you want to sit here?" He should be in the study or wandering around the entrance. Watching me like this, how could I possibly sleep?
"You can rest assured, I won't pounce on you," he said firmly, pursing his lips, though it was clear he was holding back laughter.
Defeated, I propped up my face and warned, "I'd rather believe you don't dare! If you do, not only will I not let you off, but Lionel won't either!"
"Sibyl, come to me… I know you've been missing me!"
