Maxwell Hughes was fully prepared. As he walked in and was about to speak, he saw... Violet Taylor sprawled on the bed, already asleep... She was asleep... asleep... slept...
Maxwell Hughes: ...
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The next day, as the morning sunlight streamed in, Violet Taylor slowly opened her eyes and stretched luxuriously.
Then she turned her head, about to yawn, but in the next moment, she let out a startled "Ah."
Because!!
The man who usually got up early in the morning to jog was still lying beside her.
He was propping his head with one hand, death-staring at her with those dark, deep eyes.
Violet Taylor quickly shut her mouth, frightened, and let out a hiccup.
Then she covered her mouth, looking at him puzzled.
What could he possibly be questioning this early in the morning? Could it be about the live-streaming? Or perhaps about coming home last night? Or what?
Why did his gaze look so terrifying!!
