He wanted to protect her simplicity, her stubbornness.
He wanted her to only smile like a fox at him, only show her cleverness to him.
"Chad Yakov, what's wrong with you?" Victoria Gibson felt the pain from his embrace, sensed something was off about him, and couldn't help but lift her head from his chest, asking in confusion.
Did he encounter some kind of problem?
Why does his facial expression seem strange, and his reactions are odd.
"Why are you still not sleeping so late?" Chad Yakov asked back instead of answering.
"I can't fall asleep..." Victoria Gibson lowered her head guiltily, not daring to meet his eyes.
From childhood to adulthood, she was used to being alone.
She never felt there was anything wrong with being independent.
However, after being taken care of by Chad Yakov for two days, she had come to crave the warmth he brought.
With him not around, she inexplicably felt the whole Hospital was cold.
The Bed was cold, the Quilt was cold, the Pillow was cold...
