Nora Ainsworth spun around resentfully and ran back to her room.
She bolted the door shut from the inside before finally lying down on the bed.
Then she sat up again. She scanned the room but couldn't find any self-defense weapons, only an unopened packet of instant noodle seasoning.
She tucked it under her pillow and finally fell asleep, feeling a bit more secure.
She slept soundly until evening.
Nora Ainsworth put on her shoes and went out to eat.
When she returned, she found Quentin Grant sitting on the edge of the bed with an incredibly pitiful look on his face. She placed the food tray on the table. "Walsh asked me to bring this for you."
"Hurry up and eat."
Nora Ainsworth walked over. "Scoot over. Your bed is over there. Don't sit on mine."
He threw himself into her arms, nuzzling against her. "Nora, I'm all yours. Isn't it only natural for me to sit here?"
Goosebumps erupted all over Nora Ainsworth's skin, and she shoved him away.
