Ose Owen turned over and sat up, but his large hand still clamped onto her right wrist.
He stared fixedly; if it weren't for being familiar with her aura, he would have really thought he had mistaken someone else for her...
"Crossley... Gibson, right?" Suddenly, he tightened his grip on her wrist, then finally let go, his dark eyes locked onto her face.
Crossley quickly sat up, and once free, she got up and walked out several steps. She guarded against him, waiting for a while and seeing that he made no further moves, she then tugged at her uniform and tidied her disheveled hair.
"President Owen, thank you for your mercy." She lifted the corners of her mouth. Despite what she said, her tone carried a hint of sarcasm.
Ose Owen naturally caught that, a thin smile tugged at his lips, a glimmer in his eyes. He rose abruptly from his tall frame and strode toward her.
Crossley quickly retreated, reaching the door, she turned and grasped the doorknob, ready to leave.