Seeing Violet Zimmerman open the door, Daxton Lancaster turned his head, the cigarette in his fingers still swirling with smoke, with an unreadable expression as he spoke.
"Did it work?"
Violet Zimmerman nodded with a soft "hmm" while holding the door frame, paused briefly, and slowly walked towards the large bed.
Instinctively, Daxton Lancaster's gaze landed on Violet Zimmerman's legs that couldn't close. He brought the cigarette to his lips, took a slow drag, and his phoenix-like eyes narrowed.
Upon reaching the bed, Violet Zimmerman threw off the coat draped over her shoulders and lay down on the bed, without even removing her clothes underneath, pulling the quilt tightly around herself.
Daxton Lancaster took a few more drags on his cigarette and suddenly pressed the half-smoked butt into the ashtray, walking over with large strides.
Hearing the footsteps, Violet Zimmerman didn't turn, curling up tightly under the covers.
