Her body couldn't be exposed to any more cold, otherwise, her gynecological condition would never improve!
Seeing that she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, Albert Wilson went downstairs to eat something, then ordered takeout for her and brought it back to the room. However, by midnight, she was still sound asleep. He looked at the now-cold takeout, grinding his teeth in frustration. Was this woman a pig? Could she really sleep until morning?
What frustrated him even more was that all night long, with her soft, fragrant body in his arms, he had wanted to kiss her countless times. Yet every time he looked at her peaceful sleeping face, he forcefully held back his desires.
The next morning, Cynthia woke up feeling well-rested, stretching lazily as she emerged from her dreams. But when she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of a man's foul expression above her. He had dark circles under his eyes, his gaze fierce, which contrasted sharply with her satisfied appearance.
