Chapter 131: Will You Come to Scrounge for Food Every Day?_1

The bedroom was silent, with enough of a soft glow from the wall lamp at the foot of the bed to see Suzanne Trent's closed eyes.

Mason King knew she was awake, his eyes fell on her as he quietly watched her.

Suzanne's hand paused, unable to continue struggling with the blanket, she could only maintain her close-eyed pose, absurdly trying to pretend to be asleep.

Yet the close proximity of the man and his scent that enveloped her, the exclusive smell that belonged to him, Suzanne's hand faintly struggled, but it was swiftly and effortlessly held down by him.

One was clearly pretending to sleep, the other knew she was pretending.

One's acting skills were overly executed, while the other played along seamlessly.

What…the heck should she do…

Should she open her eyes or keep them shut?