She looked startled yet forced herself to stay composed, adding a few layers of endearing confusion to her usual calm demeanor. Ian Rowe always found numerous charming and intriguing aspects in Maya Monroe.
There were always surprises to uncover in Maya Monroe.
"What's wrong? Not used to living here?" he asked deliberately, leaning a bit closer to her.
Maya pressed tightly against the bedside table, having no more room to move: "You... there's no space on your side either?"
Ian Rowe, unfazed, replied, "I sleep restlessly. I need to move inward a bit to feel secure."
Maya lifted her head and glanced over to his side, seeing there was still quite a bit of space: "You don't need to move in so far, do you?"
"This way, I feel secure."
