She could feel Philip Shaw's gaze, lingering quietly on her back, like small, warm flames slowly burning behind her.
This made her uncomfortable.
She lay there for over half an hour, unable to fall asleep.
No one could sleep under someone's watchful gaze.
She simply turned over, raised her head, and looked at him, meeting Philip Shaw's gaze as expected. He was leaning on the sofa, supporting his face, with a faint and calm look in his eyes. When he noticed her looking over, his brows and eyes slightly arched and aligned with hers.
He appeared composed and unruffled.
Aldana Candi asked, "What exactly do you want?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you have to say such unpleasant things?—With you in the room, I can't sleep."
Philip Shaw slowly withdrew his hand from his chin, sat up straight, and said to Aldana Candi, "You misunderstand me."
"Misunderstand?" Aldana Candi raised her eyebrows slightly.
