"Honey, when did you come home?" Maya Monroe was a bit surprised in her heart, but she didn't show it. She hadn't noticed the sound of footsteps, which was very unusual.
Ian Rowe braced one arm on the sofa, slightly inclined, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes dark and deep: "You were watching too intently."
"Really?" Maya pondered and nodded.
Perhaps it was her first time seeing herself on the big screen, so it was inevitably novel.
But this is not a good habit. Although there is no immediate danger in this world, it's best to stay vigilant.
He took off his outer suit and casually tossed it to the side of the sofa.
Maya was slightly stunned, not even putting the sunflower seeds in her hand into her mouth.
Having been accustomed to Ian's stringent and upright demeanor, it was actually the first time she had seen him act so unconstrained.
