133 It's A Misunderstanding

Adeline squirmed until she was freed from Elias's heavy body. What was he made out of? Bricks? His body weighed like a ton on her, and she felt nothing but hard muscle. 

Once she escaped from his grasp, she grabbed one half of the blankets and draped it over his back. She didn't want him to sleep in the cold, even if his body temperature was always freezing.

"Good night," Adeline muttered, softly kissing him upon the head. 

The second she set her foot onto the ground, guilt swarmed her, like thousands of bees stinging her heart. She casted a final glance towards his sleeping face, his brows taunt, and his lips tugged into a frown. He was a different man in his sleep.

Adeline placed on her shoes and slipped out of the door, grabbing a trench coat along the way. She was surprised by the lack of security around his room, but realized there was no need for it. Elias could take down a man without blinking.