Miles Martin put down his mobile phone, and in the light, his expression was exceptionally gentle.
He lay by the bed without moving. In front of Isabella Johnny, he did many things he had never thought about before, and believed he would never do.
If once was coincidence, then twice, three times, it was deliberate.
From the moment he first met her, he subconsciously started to lead her into his trap.
Looking at it now, the effect seems... quite good.
The wall clock reached 11 o'clock. Miles Martin turned off the lamp by the bed and lay down.
...
Perhaps because she returned to the place where she grew up, with no burden in her heart, Isabella Johnny slept especially well last night, waking up to broad daylight, eyes opening just at 9 o'clock.
Her parents didn't wake her, knowing she was tired and let her sleep naturally.
Isabella Johnny stretched lazily as she got up from the bed, dug out some old clothes and put them on, yawning as she stepped out the door.
