But, after all, he is an experienced man.
He adjusted his expression immediately and walked over.
“Why are you still awake?”
He asked, in a low, magnetic voice.
Queeny looked at him and, without answering his question, asked, “Is it all done?”
Felix knew what she was asking.
He looked at the woman in front of him and did not answer her. He wondered in his mind whether she was angry or not.
He knew Queeny well, and she would never have asked him if she had been angry.
She wouldn't even bother to say a word to him.
After all, she was very good at being cold.
So she was not mad anymore, was she?
Felix didn't know why, but there was a glimmer of hope in his heart.
He nodded. “Yes. All done.”
For a moment they looked at each other in silence.
Queeny didn't know what to say because she was in a mixed mood. Felix, on the other hand, was confused and did not know what she meant. If he said anything wrong, it would only make things worse.
So he did not dare to speak.
After a few moments of silence, Queeny sighed and said, “Now that it’s all done, you might as well go to bed, and I...”
She paused, still unable to say what she really wanted to say. Those words were like tentacles that stick in her throat and never came out.
In the end, she just said, “I’m going back to my room, too."
With that, she turned quickly to leave.
However, as soon as she turned around, she was stopped by him.
“Wait!”
Felix took a few steps forward, walked up to her and stopped her.
Queeny looked up at him.
The man in front of her had a delicate face that looked cold and beautiful in the dim light. Perhaps because he had drunk some wine, his skin was flushed with a faint blush, quite different from his usual cold appearance.
He looked at her, hesitated for a moment, then said, “You... Were you waiting for me just now?”
Queeny was startled.
Her heart was suddenly pricked by something when she met his cautious eyes.
She pursed her lips and gave no denial, but a silent nod.
And then she saw a great wave of ecstasy pour into the man's eyes.
He smiled uncontrollably and asked her, “What do you want to say to me?”
Queeny thought for a moment and shook her head.
She was going to say it.
But just now, without knowing why, she could not utter the words.
She did not want to force herself, thinking that it was all right, time would tell. Maybe one day she would really see this man's heart, and her own.
Before that day, none of this needed to be said again.
Thinking of that, she looked up at him with a gentle smile.
“Good night.”
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