Nicole was briefly dazed. Her heart was surging with emotions.

The answer Clayton gave her was too heavy, like he had simply handed over his life to her.

She could easily control his life and death.

Nicole’s phone rang and interrupted the undercurrents of ambiguity flowing between them.

She fluttered her eyelashes and hurriedly looked down to get her phone.

It was Logan rushing her from downstairs.

Nicole hung up the phone and looked at Clayton.

“Do you want to stay here and rest?”

Clayton said, “No, I wanna stay with you.”

He was so clingy.

Nicole nodded. When she went over to get her bag, Clayton took it for her and held her hand with his other hand.

She silently curled the corners of her lips.

Nicole suddenly thought that being held by Clayton like this felt so good.

In the elevator.

Nicole thought about it and hesitantly spoke.

“Mr. Sloan?”

“Hmm?”

Nicole looked at their reflection in the mirror. When she was standing with him, his expression was mild as if nothing