At 8:00 AM, Preston Keaton carried her out of the bathroom and placed her in the soft blankets.
It was only because he had a mandatory 9:00 AM meeting to attend.
Evelyn Grant was completely drained. With a few whimpers, she clung to the pillow, her eyes immediately fluttering shut as she fell into a deep sleep.
She looked so pitiful and wronged, her body still trembling with the occasional sob. The shoulder blades that peeked out were covered in love bites. Preston Keaton sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze softening as he watched her for a moment before placing a gentle kiss on her fair shoulder.
Leaving The Mid-Levels, perhaps it was the beautiful weather in Veridia today, or perhaps it was the thought of someone waiting for him at home.
Preston Keaton gazed out the window with a pleasant expression, feeling that thirty was going to be a very good year.
