Not only is he cold and ruthless, but he acts like a possessive husband. Clara let out a deep sigh. She looked at the Ice King and saw he was busy with his laptop. He looks serious as ever.
"Uhm, Mr... Smith," Clara called out softly. She didn't know why she had been talking like that since. She kept her voice low like she didn't know how to speak loudly.
Dylan raised his head, his eyes were shooting daggers at Clara. Clara shivered slightly when his gaze met with hers. She quickly averted her gaze. She couldn't bear to look into his eyes. She lowered her gaze and bit her lips.
Can you please just give me two hours? I won't spend more than that, I will return home before my time-lapse, please. " Her voice was low and pleading.
Dylan observed her for a while. Clara held her breath when
