Shawn Morton really couldn't listen any longer. He was so angry, he huffed back to the sofa and sat down.
He wanted to leave right away, but he was unwilling. He had liked Tessa Caldwell for so many years, so why couldn't she see him? He was really heartbroken. Tessa really didn't want him anymore.
He actually wanted to cry, but he felt that as a man, if he couldn't bear even a small setback like this and ended up crying, not only Tessa, but he himself would also look down on himself.
He collapsed onto the sofa and covered his head with a blanket.
His poodle squatted nearby, looking at him with a sympathetic gaze.
(.*︿*.）
In the bedroom, Faye was helping Tessa Caldwell rub her little head and teased, "Your performance was over the top."
Tessa chuckled, "Whether it's over the top or not isn't the point. The point is that as long as the person outside believes it, it's fine."
She lay down on the bed, stretched lazily, "It's finally quiet. I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."
Faye noticed her hair, slightly damp from the shower, and frowned slightly, "If you don't dry your hair before sleeping, you'll end up complaining about a headache again."
"I didn't wash my hair, why dry it? It'll dry on its own soon..." Tessa's eyes started closing again, seeming very drowsy.
"Get up," Faye pulled her up, "You can't sleep without drying your hair."
Tessa looked at him sullenly, "You're even more nagging than my dad."
Faye lifted one long leg, as if about to kick her off the bed, "Are you going or not?"
"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going..." Helplessly, Tessa had to get up again, and then picked up the hairdryer to dry her hair, feeling reluctant, occasionally giving Faye a playful glare.
Faye said calmly, "Stop acting like a child. If you get sick, it's you who will suffer."
Tessa pouted and didn't respond. After drying her hair, she lay back on the bed.
At first, she felt calm. But when Faye lay down as well, she started to feel inexplicably nervous. As she closed her eyes, it felt like the whole world went silent, leaving only the sound of her own heartbeat.
One bed, and another blanket. Inevitably, the two would have some physical contact. With every touch, Tessa felt like her heart would skip a beat.
She didn't know what she wanted to do, or if she hoped Faye would do something to her?
Beside her, Faye remained quietly lying down, not moving at all. Whether he was asleep or not, Tessa couldn't sleep herself. The more she lay there, the more awake she became and the more she believed in Faye's words, that she really had no charm at all.
Otherwise, how could such a delicate and soft beauty like her lie next to him without him having any reaction?
Unless he's a saint!
Feeling inexplicably agitated, Tessa tossed and turned.
She didn't know how long she'd been moving, but when she turned over once more, an arm wrapped around her, and a long leg pressed her down, threatening, "Move again, and you won't believe I'll throw you out of the window."
His voice was hoarse and deep, holding her from behind, his warm breath sprayed on her neck.
Tessa's mind went a bit blank, stammering, "I won't move, I won't move... Good night."
Her emotions had been fluctuating, making it hard to sleep, but now for some unknown reason, she felt very at ease and quiet, as if settled in a peaceful calm.
"Good night." Faye said two more words.
His voice was very low, even lower than before, but to Tessa's ears, it inexplicably carried a seductive meaning.