The afterglow of the sunset outside the window shone on the glass, displaying a reddish-orange hue.
Brilliant and stunning, it was incredibly beautiful.
Fiona Schmidt stared at the window, somewhat dazed, until her stomach growled twice, snapping her back to reality.
And when she regained her senses, she realized that there was a familiar voice sitting on the sofa in front of the bed—Norton Abyss.
The man, as always, was dressed in black, a thin suit jacket and black shirt, forming a stark contrast with the beige sofa, as glaring as the sunset light on the window.
"You're awake?" Norton Abyss heard the growl and turned his head with a smile, seeing the woman in good spirits gazing at him, his smile deepened, "You've gone a whole day without eating, and now you're finally waking up hungry!?"
The man's teasing words made Fiona Schmidt's cheeks warm; she knew she was blushing again, surprisingly amazed inside.
