Demi Moore looked coldly into his eyes, suddenly feeling a touch of amusement. How does one sleep on a bed? It's not like it's their bed anymore. He had been passionate with another woman, hadn't he? And if he wasn't absent-minded, he should remember that they had divorced, and she had no more connection with him.
So, how she sleeps and with whom is none of his business.
"Demi sleeps with me. Or do you think I sleep by the window?" Ace raised his chin arrogantly, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the man. With a bed present, it was apparent they would sleep together. Why bother asking?
"Demi Moore, didn't you say you loved me?" He shot a cold glance at Ace, then continued to scrutinize Demi Moore with hostility.
Sleep together? They had indeed slept together, and it was ridiculous
