Mia instinctively tightened her arms around his neck.
She looked at him in shock and whispered, "Brother Jackson."
The two had just walked into the courtyard. The silver-white moonlight enveloped Koa Jackson's face, making his features even more striking and distinguished. He lowered his head, glanced deeply at Mia, and then, with determined steps, continued walking.
Without a word, his arms holding her were tense and powerful.
Mia nestled in his arms, her heart suddenly racing, thumping as if it were about to leap out of her throat.
Koa Jackson carried her all the way to the room.
Without turning on the lights, he bent down and gently placed her on the soft, large bed.
He straightened up and stood by the bed, watching her.
The clear, bright moonlight of the winter night shone through the floor-to-ceiling window. It was so quiet inside the room that the sound of the wind rustling through the bamboo outside could clearly reach their ears.
