He remained impassive, completely unaffected by the outside world.
Tracy looked at him, initially thinking that the Movie King Hanson, labeled a playboy by the media, would enjoy going to nightclubs and such lively places, and surely loved fun and excitement. She never imagined he would quietly read a book like this.
She smiled, turned on her side, and lay down, her eyes fixed on the window, watching the rain wash over the glass, her heart gradually calming.
Unknowingly, she finally fell asleep, but was awakened in the middle of the night by discomfort in her stomach. The rain outside had stopped, and the deep night seemed particularly serene.
Tracy held her abdomen, enduring the discomfort in her stomach. Several small lights were on in the bedroom, their glow soft and not glaring, yet bright enough to see.
She glanced at the sofa, where the man lay asleep in his clothes, without even a blanket. He lay on his side, even in sleep, showing the posture of a noble gentleman.
