Sophie Smith's hands, originally hanging by her sides, also slowly lifted, responding to his embrace.
Just like that, quietly, a really long time passed before Sophie finally pushed him away.
"Let's go downstairs. Eva just arrived here today; I should go chat with her properly tonight."
"You're not sleeping with me tonight? Hmm?"
This… isn't right.
"Let's go downstairs first, we'll talk later." She stuck her tongue out at him, then turned and walked downstairs.
Eva Miller, having just flown in, was already exhausted, yet she still insisted on sitting on the sofa, waiting for Sophie to come down.
Just as she was about to lose herself in a sleepy haze, Sophie walked down.
"Sophie, you finally came down. Mr. Davis had a maid arrange a room for me, I need to get some sleep."
"You didn't sleep earlier, waiting here for me to come down and tell me this?" Sophie felt a bit guilty.
