At this moment, Adrian Davies really resembled a child.
A big boy pleading for care.
Melody Parker nodded instinctively, "Okay, I won't leave."
After speaking, she looked at Adrian Davies and gently reassured him as if soothing a child, "Don't worry, I won't leave. I'll go grab a chair and sit here with you, okay?"
Adrian Davies' lips curved slightly, "Melody, it's so good to have you."
With that, Adrian Davies released Melody Parker's small hand.
Freed, Melody Parker pulled a chair over in the room.
As she returned with the chair, the man's eyes had already closed, clearly fallen asleep.
Melody Parker did not leave because of this.
She sat by the bed as promised, watching the man on the bed.
Even in sleep, the man's deep features still gave off a cold feeling.
His eyebrows were thick and dense.
Long, curled eyelashes shielded his always icy black eyes.
His nose was straight and well-shaped.
His thin and attractive lips had a sickly pallor.
