Esmee Perry widened her eyes and said uneasily, "Daddy will be angry."
"Don't be afraid, Mommy will protect us. Daddy wouldn't dare hit us." Little An turned his head and glanced upstairs, already having a plan in mind.
He must save Mommy later.
Wyatt Perry returned to the room, took off his clothes, and slipped into the covers. The room was air-conditioned and it was cold without a blanket.
Claudia Ross was so exhausted that she didn't even put on clothes. After taking a bath, she just lay on the bed like a corpse.
During this time, her nerves had been tightly wound, and now she was finally relaxing. She just wanted to have a good sleep and think about nothing else.
She heard Wyatt Perry come into the room and go to bed, but she didn't open her eyes.
Wyatt Perry snuggled up close to her, their faces touching, nestling together.
