Seeing the spot she'd cleared for him, Javier Sinclair momentarily forgot how to react. A peculiar emotion flickered across his cold face.
'Is she inviting me to bed?'
'Alright then!'
Javier Sinclair stood up, sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, and then simply flopped back and lay down.
He felt that only beside this woman and the little cub could his mind truly relax.
Seeing him lie down right next to her, Celeste Grant's eyes widened as she pointed at him.
"Hey, what are you doing lying down?"
Javier Sinclair turned onto his side.
He raised his eyes to look at her.
"Woman, weren't you the one who told me to get on the bed?"
The corner of Celeste Grant's mouth twitched, and she shot him a glare. "I told you to sit on the bed, not to sleep with me. You're certainly creative with your interpretations."
"Heh, what's the difference? It's all getting on the bed," Javier Sinclair sneered. "You're so difficult."
