Jasper Sheridan was slightly startled, feeling as if something lightly scratched his chest.
The princess of the Sterling Family, pampered since childhood, had such a big incident happen tonight. If her family knew, they would definitely feel uncomfortable, right?
Although Jasper thought it was quite inappropriate for the two of them—a single man and woman—to stay here alone, hearing Tanya Dalton's rare weak and powerless voice, he agreed, "Alright."
Tanya seemed surprised by how agreeable he was tonight. Her gaze swept over him standing by the window without a hint of gratitude; instead, she boldly demanded, "Will you give me the bed?"
Jasper glanced at her coldly, his face slightly contorted.
"Tsk, stingy!" Assuming he was unwilling, Tanya hummed softly.
"I'll sleep on the couch!" She wasn't pretentious, hugging his pillow and bedspread, and went over to the sofa beside him. Just as she was about to sit, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Jasper.
