Just as she made up her mind, Zoey walked to the door of the study and knocked on it.

From inside, the man's magnetic but emotionless voice respinded, “Don't disturb me unless someone is dead."

"..." The speech Zoey had prepared were caught in her throat, and she did not even hear a reply.

She thought to herself, "What should I do? Could her peace proposal come to a premature end?"

Gritting her teeth lightly against her lower lip, Zoey rolled her quick-witted eyes, and in less than two minutes, they lit up once more. She had another idea.

She simply went to Wyatt's bedroom and waited for him. She did not believe that Wyatt could not sleep tonight!

She couldn't help but praise her own intelligence. Zoey first went back to her room to take a bath. She meticulously applied body lotion on her body and even sprayed a bit of perfume, fully preparing for her charm offensive.

Then, she walked to the door of Wyatt's bedroom and sneakily opened the door like a thief.

As she was sitting on the big bed that still had warmth from last night, the scene tonight was completely different.

There was a hint of disappointment on Zoey's face, but she tried to relax as much as possible and slowly lay down. Her white and slender fingers pressed the light switch on the ceiling, and the room returned to darkness.

At first, she was still awake, but before she knew it, she had been waiting for a long time. The bed was so soft, and gradually, her consciousness blurred and she gradually fell into a sweet dream.

In a half-dreamlike state, a nice smell of the ocean suddenly drilled into her nose, making her unable to help but greedily want to sniff a few more times. She tried hard to lift her neck and move forward, muttering,

"Don't run..."

"The one who should run should be you." The familiar male voice was as gentle as the wind, clear and low, and it suddenly reached the depths of Zoey's ears.

She thought to herself, "How did I fall asleep?"

Zoey suddenly opened her eyes to find Wyatt's delicate facial features right in front of her. In the dim light, his pair of black eyes were faintly flowing with brilliance, mixed with other emotions that she could not understand. He stared deeply at her, not knowing how long he had been looking at her.

Zoey quickly sat up from the bed. She awkwardly touched the back of her head, but she gritted her teeth and decided to stick to her original plan.

"I won't run. I want to sleep with you!"

When he heard this bold statement, Wyatt's expression lit up imperceptibly, and then it dimmed in an instant as if he was unmoved.

"I think I have made it very clear. If this is your plan, there is no need."

He thought to himself, "Why is this woman always able to easily tug at my heartstrings?" Even though he knew it was a trap, he was forever like a moth to a flame.

Therefore, he could only restrain himself and pretend that he could not hear or see anything.

But how could Zoey give Wyatt a chance to remain unmoved?

Sitting up on her knees on the bed, Zoey stretched out her white and slender arms and wrapped them around Wyatt's neck.

"I don't care. You can't drive me away. I just want to sleep with you!"

Because she had already taken a shower, Zoey was wearing a thin sling nightgown. With very little cloth, her nude self was on full display. Wherever their skin contacted, the temperature immediately rose sharply. It was so hot that it seemed to be burning.

Wyatt's pupils trembled. Zoey did not know how much self-control he had used to stop himself from pushing her onto the bed and having sex with her on the spot.

The fragrance of the little woman in front of him stuck to his skin and entered his nose, stimulating his hormones, and causing his brain to gradually become sluggish and difficult to think.

He thought to himself, "What exactly did I do wrong that the heavens want to torture me with such a punishment?"