Didn't Mr. Sterling say that Alessa deserved it? And he would not come to see her?
But of course, he was still worried about Alessa and secretly came in the dead of night.
"How is she?" Brian ignored the meaningful smile on Judy's face.
"Alessa should be sleeping,” Judy said, “She didn't have dinner tonight. I dared not ask and I guess she was in a bad mood. Her aunt went too far."
Brian asked no more questions and directly went upstairs. He pushed Alessa's bedroom open and went in.
The night breeze entered the room with him, lifting the curtains. The little woman lay on her bed face downward, with a fluffy pillow under her arms. She slept soundly, like an innocent doll, and did not realize he was in her room.
Her loose pajama slipped down, uncovering her white back.
Brian gazed at her, eyes burn……
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