“Sorry for bothering you,” Richard apologized before going upstairs.
He swiped his key card at the door to the room on the third floor before pushing the door open and going inside. When he saw the woman curled up in bed, his pupils shrank. How did she fall asleep? How could she sleep while wrapping herself in only a greatcoat of mine in such cold weather?
Seeing the blanket that was still folded neatly beside her, Richard couldn’t help but exhale in anger. Walking up to her with heavy steps, he unbuttoned the greatcoat and held her to his chest to take it off, taking off her pearl-buttoned overcoat at the same time.
“Hmm… Let me sleep….” Angela pushed the man who was disturbing her sleep as her mind was in a haze. She didn’t care who it was. In any case, the person was bothering her.
Richard took off her overcoat and put it aside. When she pushed him, he finally noticed that her hands and feet were as cold as ice. There was no way she could feel warmer on such a freezing night even if he were to let her sleep under the blanket..
Standing in front of the bed, he unbuttoned his trench coat, took it off, and put it aside before getting into bed on the other side. Then, he stretched out his arm and took the sleeping lady into his arms.
As Angela sensed his warmth, she instinctively moved closer to him and rested her head on his arm, pressing her face against his.
Richard looked down and studied her sleeping face for a while before stretching out his hand to turn off the bedside lamp. In an instant, the room fell into complete darkness. Darkness enveloped the world as there wasn’t even a streetlight outside the window.
Hugging a body that was as warm as a heater, Angela felt very comfortable without the harsh light. Consequently, she slept even more soundly.
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