The main light of the room was off, only the lamp by his bed was still on.
The girl on the sofa had been watching him for an hour. Andre lifted his eyes to meet her big ones. "Am I handsome?"
Mia shook her head, "Nah."
He was indeed quite a looker, but Mia would not admit it.
"So why are you looking at me?"
Mia rested her right hand on her left, her arm on the edge of the sofa, her chin on the back of her right hand. She asked curiously, "Why don't you go sleep in the study?"
"I have a bedroom, why would I sleep in the study?"
"But I'm in your bedroom. It's kind of sketchy for us to be in the same room."
"We're legal spouses. Why are you hung up on what's appropriate?"
Hearing this, Mia bit her lip.
As if they were never meant to be innocent.
Mia countered, "We had an agreement."
"Did the agreement specify that I can't sleep in my own room?"
Well...it didn't.
Mia swallowed, sitting up straight. "Andre, don't tell me you intentionally sleep in the same room with me, harboring some ulterior motives?"
"Mia, quit your daydreaming. I'm not interested in a kid."
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