The morning sunlight streamed into the dining room through the floor-to-ceiling windows as Emily walked in, feeling refreshed.
She had slept very deeply last night and didn't even know when Carlos had returned to his room.
She had just sat down when she noticed Carlos across from her, leisurely sipping black coffee, but with two prominent dark circles under his eyes.
"Brother, did you go out stealing last night?"
Maria also just sat down, biting into her toast and teasing with a grin,
"Looking at you, could it be that you're sexually frustrated?"
Carlos shot her a cold glance without saying anything.
He absolutely couldn't say that last night Emily had used him as a human pillow, tormenting him all over, and because he didn't dare to move, he had to endure until dawn, ultimately only able to relieve himself with a cold shower.
Evan Palmer put down the newspaper in his hand and elegantly cut into his steak, his eyes sweeping over the couple, a sarcastic curve on his lips.
