Ronald Loman was silent for a long time without speaking, his deep gaze falling on her lowered eyes, unable to discern joy or anger.
Did she really distrust him so much?
Seeing him remain silent for a long time, Annie Taylor finally lifted her heavy eyelids again: "Right?"
"Yes."
Ronald Loman only responded briefly, then lowered his eyes. He certainly wouldn't take Lucas away from her, because she and he would always stay by his side.
Inside the room, the sound of steady breathing gradually filled the air.
Perhaps today was just too exhausting, Annie Taylor slept deeply, and Ronald Loman gently embraced her delicate form, gradually falling into slumber himself.
The sky had just turned a pale white, when the woman in the bed unconsciously murmured: "No... don't..."
With years of military experience, Ronald Loman opened his sharp eyes, getting up to see Annie drenched in sweat, her entire body almost soaked, causing him to furrow his brow.
"Annie, Annie!"
"No—!"
