Carla wasn't asleep, of course.
She simply didn't want to face Kendrick.
Lately, he'd been coldly keeping his distance, and she couldn't figure out what was going through his mind.
But one thing she knew for sure—Anything that comes too easily is never truly appreciated.
She wasn't some plaything for Kendrick to amuse himself with.
If he wanted to ignore her, then she'd take the hint and step back.
Carla headed straight to the bathroom.
The sound of running water muffled Kendrick's voice, and she didn't care to hear what he had to say anyway.
Kendrick waited for a while, but there was no movement in the room.
He knew Carla wasn't going to open the door for him.
In the past, if Kendrick wanted to get in, he would've barged in without hesitation, whether Carla opened the door or no
