Adela wasn’t the bravest person—anytime she was startled or stressed, she wouldn’t sleep well. After the car accident last time, it had taken her over a week of rest before her sleep returned to normal.
Tonight, they were already past her usual bedtime. The room was dark and quiet, and Layson Norman's eyes were unreadable, blending into the shadows.
“It’s not that I was scared,” she muttered, her head resting lightly on the man’s chest, letting out a soft sigh. “He was more annoying than frightening.”
“Just because I slapped his girlfriend, he’s so biased against me?”
Adela pouted. She genuinely felt wronged. “That woman even kidnapped Cici. Why isn’t he mentioning that?”
Hearing her soft complaints, Layson frowned slightly in confusion. “You care about his opinion that much?”
She paused for a moment, then curled her lip. “If I cared so much about what people thought, I wouldn’t have survived this long.”
She didn’t even want to mention the rumors from six years ago. If she had cared b
