Christopher Moore wouldn't let her leave so soon; he pulled Ruby Mercer into a big embrace. "It's still early!" He hated the phone call that ruined the beautiful morning. How wonderful it would be if she could wake up in his arms every day!
Ruby Mercer didn't expect Christopher Moore to stop her from leaving. At this moment, he had shed his cold exterior and seemed more human, and unknowingly, she had gradually been disarmed by him.
Thinking of this, Ruby Mercer's face once again donned a mask of detachment and indifference. "Christopher Moore, I have to shoot now." Her tone was slightly cold as she struggled slightly to break free from his embrace.
The warm and ambiguous atmosphere was instantly consumed by the coldness, disappearing without a trace. Christopher Moore was surprised by the change in Ruby Mercer's tone, feeling a mix of shock and defeat.
Ruby Mercer, what am I going to do with you?
