Clara felt a chill run down her spine at his words. On instinct, her eyes snapped open. She saw him staring down at her with his black phoenix eyes. She gulped down her saliva nervously.
"Mr... Smith," she called out meekly. Her voice was very low, and it could barely be heard.
Dylan stared at the timid lady right next to him. He could smell her soothing scent, she smelled like a rose that he felt sleepy just as he inhaled her scent. Dylan has always had insomnia and had to take sleeping pills to fall asleep. Even when he uses his pill, he will only sleep for a few hours and find himself waking up again. But strangely, Clara's scent had a sleeping effect on him. The warmth of Clara's scent made him feel sleepy already. His gaze was focused on the lady before him. He could guess what she
