Raymond gave up and slept on the bed next to her, but he didn't expect her to wrap her hand around his waist and place her head on his chest.
Suddenly, her eyes widened in shock. "Your injury." How could he be sleeping with his back? Wasn't it painful?
To avoid her overly dramatic reaction, he simply closed his eyes and feigned to be asleep; this caused her to pout as she focused on his eyes.
He had short, curled eyelashes. "You look so handsome with your eyes and mouth closed," she chuckled and pointed a finger at him. She could only do this while he was not looking.
"Mr. Xu, are you angry with the Aguero's? Was that why you asked me to keep quiet in the car?" She questioned him, but he didn't reply. Though he was hearing her, he just didn't want to discuss it with her.
"If they did this to you, then I hate them as well. In the future, tell me who to hate, and I will."