Nell Harris felt a tremor in her heart. Did he… did he guess what she was about to say?
She didn't move, nor did she speak. Suddenly, she was lifted into the air, held horizontally by someone, and moved from the bed to the floor.
Nell Harris clutched Dylan Young's clothes on his chest, lowering her voice in surprise, "What are you doing?"
Dylan Young put her down and held her in his arms, "Sleep now. The bed is too small, I can't fit… so I'll have you come down and keep me company."
Nell Harris punched Dylan Young's shoulder twice, "Let me go."
"Don't move. I don't want to do anything else, just want to hold you and sleep for a while."
Nell Harris felt her cheeks burning, "What will Scarlett Glenn think if she sees?"
Dylan Young earnestly said, "Scarlett Glenn would be happy to see this…"
"You…"
In the end, Nell Harris couldn't resist Dylan Young and was embraced in his arms, her face pressed against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
