Thea Shaw was heartbroken at this moment: "Whatever."
Landon Ford chuckled, "I made you some porridge, eat a bit later. It's so late, why don't you stay here tonight?"
At the end, he deliberately lowered his voice, hoarse and deep, almost like a deadly whisper.
Thea said, "Alright, you sleep in the living
+room."
Landon Ford sneered as if she was talking nonsense.
After she finished her soup, Landon handed her a tissue to wipe her mouth. She did not resist, tilting her neck up for him to clean.
After what naturally transpired, Thea did not foster any resistance. Seeing her so obedient, Landon's mood improved even more.
In the past twenty-plus years, he probably never felt this good.
Thea lay back in the bed with a small sigh of contentment.
Though things developed quickly, it seemed somehow inevitable.
Landon was cooking porridge outside, while Thea took out her phone to call Mrs. Sutton, saying she wouldn't be coming back tonight.
