Ultimately, obediently pulled into the room by her.
Outside the door, at the entrance.
A warm glow from the dim wall lamp showered over the figures pressed together.
Cora Lowell sat cross-legged on Landon Lockwood's waist.
Landon Lockwood just held her and walked a few steps to the bed.
Her eyes were already misted over, her limbs so weak they were almost powerless.
Yet her hand still firmly grasped his collar.
She bit her lip, a fine sweat on her nose, each breath trembling.
Cora Lowell's gaze sank, gently biting down.
Landon Lockwood's body trembled ever so slightly.
"You've got some nerve, huh?"
He laughed softly.
She curled her lips into a smile, leaning back to lie down.
The night passed without a word.
The next morning, as dawn light faintly appeared.
Landon Lockwood was sleeping sweetly, embracing the person beside him.
Suddenly, his phone rang incessantly.
Cora Lowell furrowed her brows lightly, apparently annoyed at the disturbance.
