"You..." Olivia Lewis stopped her struggling when her eyes caught the signs of fatigue on his eyelids and closed her mouth.
Adam Sinclair was indeed very tired. He lowered his head and pecked lightly on her red lips, pulled her into the crook of his neck, and whispered softly in her ear, "Good afternoon."
The wind outside the window moved the wind chimes, producing a series of crisp notes. Olivia nestled in his sandalwood-scented embrace and slowly lifted her head to gaze at the man's sleeping face.
Forget it.
Considering how busy and tired he's been lately, she'll let it slide this time. Next time, if he dares to play rogue like this again, she'll definitely kick him in the groin and send him to heaven.
Adam's face was still very good-looking, although not as aggressively handsome as Baron Lawrence, it was the type that's also very attractive.
