Obviously, it was not “nothing”. She didn't even look at him.
"What do you mean by your attitude?" He asked darkly, and his smoldering gray gaze was cold and hard.
"Nothing. I'm not feeling well and I want to sleep. Please let me go.” Her voice was strangely calm. She looked like a captive woman who had accustomed to her captivity, resigned but pathetically calm.
He had never seen her like this. Before, she would complain if she bore a grudge against him, and she would even go on terribly when she was angry. But now she looked very pale and distraught as if she was a body without a soul. And she was quiet, too quiet.
When Brian was looking at her thoughtfully, Alessa turned her face away and walked towards the bed. But she was caught by the wrist as she took one step and pulled into……
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