Ronald Loman swiftly moved, quickly pulling her into his arms.
In his arms, her body was ice-cold, without a trace of warmth. The room was cold too, no telling how long she'd been outside.
He couldn't bother scolding her anymore. He hurriedly scooped her up horizontally, placed her on the bed, wrapped her up in the quilt, then quickly turned around to switch on all the lights, turned on the air conditioning in the house, and went to get her a cup of warm water.
Annie Taylor raised her eyelids slightly, looking at the water cup that appeared in her hands, she finally spoke.
In a careless tone she said, "You really are like a ghost that won't leave."
Ronald Loman's actions slightly halted, turning his head to look at the pale woman, he sat by her side and said in a deep voice, "Why didn't you come home?"
Annie Taylor sneered, her beautiful eyes landing on Ronald Loman's face, indifferently opened her mouth and said, "Trying to draw a clear boundary with you."
