Perhaps the noise outside the door woke Kara up in the bedroom. Kara opened her eyes in a daze and did not see James. Kara quickly got up and went to the living room.
Kara shouted, "James."
When James heard Kara's soft voice, the cold air around him dispersed, and the sharpness in his eyes disappeared.
Like an unsheathed knife, James was about to cut Corey's throat, but because of Kara's call, the cold knife returned to the sheath, and James' face became soft.
James turned around and walked up to Kara. James' fingers combed through her messy hair. "Why are you awake?"
"I didn't see you."
Kara grabbed James' hand and looked at Corey, who was behind him.
"Corey, why are you here?"
"I am here to see you. Am I not welcome?"
Corey also restrained the coldness on his body and revealed a polite smile.
"Of course not." Kara laughed and sat on the sofa with James.
Corey looked at James and spoke to Kara in a softer tone.