Demi Moore held a stack of documents, feeling frustrated as she let out a long sigh. Making money had been difficult lately, and she received fewer assignments than before, fearing that it would only decrease. She lifted her head, reaching up to wipe some sweat off her forehead, but it wasn't anything to worry. She had hands and feet and could take on many other jobs. She was determined not to let herself and Ace go hungry.
Thinking about Ace, her face slightly blushed. Their relationship was genuinely intimate. Even more embarrassing was that she was slowly getting used to this intimacy, familiar with his body temperature, breathing, and arms... She genuinely cherished it all and didn't hope for anything to change.
She stood at the door, trying to put on a bright smile, suddenly wanti
