Although Hannah had often expressed her affection openly before, she had never done so with such a pitiful expression.
Clyde stood frozen for a moment before slowly making his way toward her.
Hannah stood there, pitifully clutching her injured fingers, her eyes filled with longing.
She didn't want to cuddle with a man in the middle of the night or even live with him, but her physical discomfort left her little choice.
Just moments ago, when going downstairs, if she hadn't grabbed the handrail in time, she would have fallen and broken her leg.
She also had a feeling that if she kept moving, she would continue to injure herself.
So Hannah could only stand there waiting for Clyde to come over. She eagerly extended her arms toward him.
"Ms. Carter, you are becoming more and more unreaso
