Samara was in a good mood tonight. It was rare for her to not feel pressured by Roland's question. She even teased him with a smile, "If I don't love him anymore, do you want me to love you?"
Roland didn't expect Samara to say that. He was stunned for a moment, which was rare for him. After he came to his senses, he lowered his head and smiled. "It would be great."
When he smiled, there was light in his amorous eyes, and Samara was in the light.
Under his gaze, Samara's cheeks were a little hot. She tilted her head slightly and said, "It's getting late. I'll go upstairs and rest first."
"8:20."
It was still early, and Samara's excuse was indeed a little clumsy.
She was a little embarrassed and glanced at Roland. "Or, would you like to have a cup of coffee?"
Roland lowered his eyes and curled his lips. "Okay."