The voice is cool and low—
"Had enough fun?"
Claire Perkins gripped the thin blanket tighter, biting her lips firmly before slowly releasing them. Her voice carried stubbornness, yet also a hint of grievance.
"I didn't have fun..."
Aaron Perkins lowered his gaze, looking at her coldly, surrounded by a layer of icy gloom and depth. He remained silent for a long time. Claire glanced at him, catching sight of his indifferent yet frost-covered handsome face, and then quickly lowered her gaze.
His cool eyes saw the girl's reddened eyes. He squinted slightly and let out a light hum.
"Weren't you doing well?" he said indifferently, his well-defined fingers tapping on the wheelchair's armrest, an unmistakable hint of authority and sarcasm, "Now you've ended up like this?"
