Drying his hair, he turned around, his long, cold phoenix eyes narrowed, casting a dangerous gaze on her.
The man walked step by step toward the small woman on the bed.
Eva Nightingale felt the edge of the large bed sink a bit, and then the cold man placed his hands on either side of her head, looming above her.
Although he was above her, he didn't press down on her but maintained that position, as if he could bear down at any moment.
"You... Boss, what are you doing!!"
In the middle of the night, not sleeping properly. Wait, they were in a cold war, he was neglecting her, he didn't agree to her proposal that day, and Eva was angry and still hadn't forgiven him, so why was he back tonight?
She wanted to exercise her rights as his woman and make him sleep on the sofa tonight!
