He is a neat freak, allowing the scent of those women's perfumes to linger on him; there must be something going on. But it's none of her business, why was she so anxious?
After tonight, she really never wanted to see him again!
"What's the matter, can't sleep alone?"
The man's voice suddenly softened, closing the notebook in his hand and setting aside his work.
"Speak."
When his voice reached her ears again, he was already very close to her.
"…" Eva Nightingale hadn't had a chance to speak when he suddenly scooped her into his arms. His pleasing voice followed closely by her ear, "Want me to stay with you to sleep, hmm?"
Eva wasn't asleep. He was holding her through the quilt, lightly rubbing his chin against the top of her fluffy hair.
"Baby, you smell so good..."
Eva: "..." I'm not a perfume!
