Night Owl glanced at Celia Rafael, smiled at her, making Celia's heart skip a beat, and she forgot what she was about to say.
"Don't take that woman's words to heart, I know you're not that kind of person." Night Owl lowered his head, looking at Sienna Johnson with gentle and affectionate eyes.
Sienna's face was a bit pale, her head slightly bowed, Night Owl couldn't resist grabbing a strand of her hair, which was black and silky, sliding through his fingers, and Night Owl let out a sigh.
"The innocent are innocent," Sienna replied.
Innocent are innocent? But they couldn't stay "innocent."
"It's snowing, let's go see the snow," Night Owl invited.
In the past, Sienna would have flatly refused, but now she agreed to his invitation.
This man stayed upstairs for such a long time; he must have gone to ask Noah Phillips for the signal.
There was no signal at all.
Yet, this man confidently and assuredly told her a signal.
