3 p.m.
After getting in the car, Norman Bennett closed his eyes for some rest. The car was filled with a scent of wine mixed with lotus, neither pleasant nor unpleasant.
Elliana Lyle rolled down the window, then leaned toward the man, pressing her face against his chest, listening to the strong and steady heartbeat.
"Norman Bennett, are you drunk?"
There was no response; he must be drunk, right? She cautiously raised her eyes. The man's eyes were tightly shut. From this angle, she could clearly see his jawline, nose, and lips.
He looked like someone straight out of a comic, and there seemed to be a bit of a blush on his cheeks, making him look less cold.
"Norman Bennett~?" She softly called again, the man leaned against the back of the seat without any response.
She was now sure the man had fallen asleep. After all, he returned home last night just when she woke up to get some water.
It was almost 4 a.m. then, and he got up at 6 a.m. today, so he must be very tired now.
