Giselle lay restlessly on her bed, her gaze fixated on the crescent moon through the uncurtained window.

Minutes or hours might have passed before Jefferson finally withdrew his hand and wiped his fingers with a wet wipe.

Taking a moment to gather herself, Giselle’s stomach soon began to growl.

After the long journey from Gadoloria Island and a lengthy car ride, it was now past 2 AM, and she was famished.

Henry’s deep-set eyes fixed on her as he suddenly placed ...