He was so handsome, yet for some reason, he gave off the unsettling impression of being someone terrifying.
Nathan Fawcett wasn't used to her words, so he immediately pressed his lips together and put on a menacing expression.
Anne Sutton was exasperated. She quickly reached out to pull at the corners of his mouth, lifting them up. "See? See? You're trying to be scary again."
He grabbed her hand. "Stop messing around!"
'She had some nerve, acting so brazenly in front of him!'
Anne Sutton said, "I'm just playing along and you're still not happy. Fine, I'm exhausted. I'm going to take a nap."
She took off her coat and slippers and lay down beside him.
Nathan Fawcett gazed at the woman beside him. His body was so cold, but hers was so warm.
He lay down, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her forehead.
'Even though he knew everything this woman did was for the inheritance, for his status, so that as long as he was alive, he could shelter her for one more day…'
