Thomas Fisher returned to the room, but without Alice Turner's presence, he felt his room was cold and empty, lacking any warmth.
Lying face-up on the bed, he took out his phone from his pocket.
Unlocking the screen and dialing, he suddenly stopped at the moment he was about to call.
It's so late, Alice must be asleep.
Thomas's hand holding the phone weakly fell onto the bed, but the phone in his hand was tightly gripped, never relaxing for a moment.
He wanted to call, but was afraid of waking the person on the other side.
He picked up the phone, then put it down, repeating this action over and over again.
Sigh!
After repeating the picking-up and putting-down motion countless times, Thomas suddenly sat up and tossed the phone onto the bed, getting up and heading to the bathroom.
Bzz bzz!
Just as he was about to reach the bathroom door, he suddenly heard his phone buzzing.
His steps immediately halted, and he swiftly turned around, striding towards his big bed.
