Dorothy was still in a daze. Her eyes were half-open, and her vision was blurry. Therefore, she could not see the facial features of the man under the dim light.

Wrapped in his gentle embrace, she could feel his warmth against her waist. The faint scent of cigarettes mixed with his unique smell enveloped her...

For some reason, it caused her heart to beat wildly again. A strange emotion quivered in her heart.

Credence?!

Why had he crawled into her bed instead of staying by Rosalie's side?

She lowered her head and had a clearer look. What she saw was his sleeping face which was as calm as the sea....