Maxim Sinclair casually turned off the light, and the room was once again shrouded in darkness.
Summer Lowell maintained her previous posture, staring blankly.
Already lying down, Maxim noticed her daze and reached out to pat her hand: "Autumn nights are chilly, you should get some sleep. If you want to think about things, you can lie down and cover yourself with the blanket."
"Oh." Summer responded, obediently sliding down and pulling the blanket over her as he suggested.
On the other side, Maxim quickly turned over, facing away from her, and after a while, the sound of steady breathing came over.
He was already asleep.
Summer withdrew her gaze, clutching the blanket with both hands, her eyes staring straight at the ceiling above.
What exactly is going on with Maxim Sinclair?
His behavior now... is somewhat peculiar, quite unlike his usual self.
To say he's tired and bored of me doesn't quite fit.
