Ava noticed that Nixon had arrived home.
After all, how could she sleep peacefully in an unfamiliar place?
She had been turning and tossing around ...
Until she heard the room's door being opened.
She abruptly sat up on the bed.
Nixon's expression didn't look good, portraying his foul mood.
It was apparent from the dim light in the room.
He looked at Ava, and Ava stared back at him.
Ava greeted him in her soft voice. "You're home."
"Did I wake you?" Nixon raised his eyebrows.
"No." Ava quickly denied it. "I haven't fallen asleep."
"Go to sleep. It's getting late."
"What about you?" Seeing Nixon holding a cigarette in his mouth, and walked out to the balcony.
"I'm getting some air. I had been drinking."
"Mr. Gaffney, don't you not like sleeping in
