Zoe had planned to leave because Dylan wasn’t there, but when she saw that the room was dark, she came back.

The heavy curtains were pulled by her, and the brilliance of the sun in the morning immediately came in, shining the huge room.

"Oh!"

A voice sounded, and the sound was so clear that Zoe was stiff.

There was a recliner beside the French window. On the recliner lay a man with a thick book in one hand. His expression was blocked by the palm and couldn't be seen carefully. However, from the voice came from his mouth, the man seemed extremely dissatisfied with the sudden light that comes...