"Then, shouldn't you go take a bath? I read in novels, that's what they usually say." Emma Aiden prodded his face, offering a well-meaning suggestion when she noticed his silence.
Her words landed, and Harrison Yale's facial expression darkened further.
"Emma Aiden, stop reading those pointless novels in the future." He growled through gritted teeth, but the next second, he turned around, left her room, and headed straight for the bathroom.
With a bang, the door slammed shut.
Then, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.
She was certain he had turned on the cold water.
When Harrison Yale came out of the bathroom, the culprit was already sprawled on the bed, hugging a pillow and sleeping soundly.
She looked so well-behaved in her sleep, lying there, her mouth slightly puckered, maintaining the same posture for a long time.
However, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she felt uncomfortable somewhere.
