Lorraine said, "Dawson."
Her tone was gentle as she called him by his full name.
At such a late hour, it carried an unusual feeling.
"Hmm?" The man still felt quite pleased with himself.
"Do you not have a mirror? Or do you not have the urge to relieve yourself?"
Dawson was lost for words.
Only then did he realize that he had just been mocked.
The next second, just as Dawson was about to press her down to scare her a little, something interrupted him.
Unexpectedly, Lorraine, who had already figured out his bullying tactics, got out of bed first.
"I'm just suggesting you take a good look at yourself in the mirror."
Leaving those words behind, Lorraine grabbed her coat and walked out of the bedroom.
She didn't return for the entire night.
Dawson didn't really care where she went
