A drunken person doesn't have so many thoughts. She fumbled for the blanket, crawled inside, and murmured, "I don't want to live with Katherine Blue."
Then she fell completely asleep, leaving all the problems to Oliver Bloom.
The night was deep, the moon had risen to the mid-sky, its pale and bright light filled the entire room. Without turning on the lights, Oliver could still clearly see the documents stacked on the bedside table, the contract was signed just yesterday.
At least it proved Elise Don was still staying here yesterday.
So what was it then, sending Elise Don back to the dormitory after midnight swims every day?
The answer was self-evident.
Oliver sighed almost inaudibly, couldn't help but raise his hand, pinching Elise Don's delicate little nose, "Little liar, but I don't want to forgive you yet, what to do."
