"I don't need anything, thank you. Please don't disturb my sleep."
Stella Sterling rubbed her eyes, so drowsy she could barely keep them open.
Out of consideration for the fact that he had helped her quite a bit before, she didn't just shove him away, but instead asked politely, "Could you please back up a little?"
Louis Grant subconsciously took a few steps back. The next moment, a loud BANG echoed in his ears as the door was slammed shut.
Louis Grant froze. He took two steps forward, intending to knock again, but then he remembered the impatient look in her eyes and lowered the hand he had just raised.
His intuition told him that it was best not to disturb that woman right now, or she might actually get violent.
Remembering how she had taken several lives with a machine gun that day—RAT-A-TAT-TAT—he dismissed the thought. He had no desire to be turned into a honeycomb.
Once it was quiet outside the door, Stella Sterling quickly fell back asleep.
