When Russell returned, Chelsea had already fallen asleep. There was only a warm yellow light left in the room.
He took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. He walked to the bedside and sat down.
Even if Chelsea had her back to him, she could feel Russell's gaze.
She frowned and was a little impatient.
Russell's body emitted a faint fragrance of the perfume. It was the smell that Yamilet carried.
Originally, because she had just chatted with Geovanni, she had thought of some unhappy past. She was irritated. When she smelled Russell's perfume, she became even more agitated.
"Bastard, what are you looking at? why aren't you going to wash up? It's so annoying!"
After a while, Russell lifted the quilt and held her wrist. Chelsea wanted to struggle, but he gently smeared the cool liquid
