Ian Quincy chuckled, shamelessly inching closer to her. "Cecilia, I was wrong, okay?" It was one-thirty in the morning. Including today, he only had two days left to spend with her. If he kept arguing with her, he might lose another hour to that *thing* the next time they met.
Wouldn't the time they had together just keep getting shorter?
He couldn't bear to be apart from her.
Cecilia Adler turned her head away.
Ian Quincy lifted the covers and got back into bed. "Lights off?"
"Lights off!" Cecilia Adler said.
The next second,
the room plunged into darkness.
Cecilia Adler lay down to go back to sleep, and Ian Quincy moved closer. "I'm planning to study at my teacher's house tomorrow."
"Okay, I won't make you lunch, then." Cecilia Adler planned to visit Master Chapman the next day to ask about the latest market trends for sourcing goods.
Selling the shampoo was too difficult for now, but she was always free to buy things.
...
By the time the sun was bright in the sky,
