Maybe because Adam was not here, Tracey did not sleep well the whole night. She turned over and over, always felt empty on the bed.
Yes, she was in his arms for every night's sleep, she had already used to his warm embrace.
After midnight, it rained. What Tracey feared most was the thundery rainy night.
On a similar night in America, she was almost raped by a black man. From that day on, she had a shadow of the thunderstorm. In recent days, she slept soundly in Adam's arms.
As the lightning flashed across the sky, Tracey was Awaken. She subconsciously touched her side.
The warm body of Adam was not there, leaving only the ice-cold quilt.
Tracey hid in the quilt. Although she did not see the lightning, the sound of thunder still echoed.
"Adam, where are you?" Tracey was feeling lonely. She took out her phone but did not dare to dial his number.
She was not good right now and Adam was not good either. However, he had never been far away.
He quietly jumped from the balcony of his house to that of Tracey's house and guarded the little figure in the quilt through the glass window.
When he held Tracey in his arms, he never felt Tracey was that small. Now, seeing she was alone
in the bed, Adam was distressed.
Another lightning flashed across the sky. He saw Tracey sitting up from the bed and stretched out her hand to touch the place where he usually slept.
She did not touch him, and there was loneliness on her face. Thunder was following the lightening and Tracey was scared to hurriedly hid in the quilt again.
'Adam, where are you?" Adam heard her murmur, how he wished to rush in and hold her, keeping her accompany.
When putting his hand on the door handle, he hesitated. If he went in now, maybe they would reconcile.
But Carl was still the problem to trigger their next conflict.
So Adam must remove this vicious enemy rather than simply reconcile with Tracey.
Adam was very rational. For the sake of making his relationship with Tracey smoother, he did not go in, otherwise, his plan would be ruined.
The screen of the mobile phone lit up, and Tracey sent him a message with only two words on it.
"I'm afraid."
It was just a few words, but he was extremely hurtful. He stared at those words, gritting his teeth, and did not reply.
Tracey hadn't received his reply for half an hour. She began to feel uneasy and called Adam.
A woman's voice came from inside. "I'm sorry. The number you dialed is powered off."
Tracey was unconsciously shaking. "Is he really angry?" At this moment, her heart was full of mixed feelings.
The thunder gradually died down, and Tracey fell asleep with messy thoughts. Seeing she had fallen asleep, Adam could no longer control himself and went into the room.
He lay next to her carefully, and Tracey felt warmth around her. She hugged Adam quickly, but she did not wake.
She put her head in his arms and muttered unconsciously, "Adam."
Such a simple appellation melted Adam's heart. He kissed her forehead, sincerely and gently, "I'm here, little bunny, I've been always here."
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