C178 The Hair on the Bed Sheet

A faint smile played at the corners of Susanna's mouth as she said in a weary tone, "I'm tired. Let's sleep."

With those words, she turned over as if nothing had transpired and resumed her slumber.

Doyle stood there, utterly flabbergasted.

Hold on, he had wronged her, albeit in his sleep. Was it all to be dismissed just like that?

Susanna paid no mind to Doyle, not even bothering to redress