Her smile was sweet and childlike, yet it sent an inexplicable chill down Pittman's spine.
"Are you finished?"
Pittman froze for a moment.
"Y-yes... I'm finished..."
Cheris nodded.
Then, she turned her head to look at the young man in the long black robe beside her.
"Darling, what do you think?"
Her voice suddenly softened, carrying a hint of coquettishness.
Murphy's gaze had been fixed on Alonso from the very beginning.
His jet-black eyes were as calm as still water.
But beneath that calm, something seemed to be slowly stirring.
He ignored Cheris's suddenly intimate form of address.
After all, she had already made some outrageously intimate moves before.
From a kiss, to interlocking their fingers, to pressing her body against his arm.
'What's being called "darling" now?'
Then, he asked,
"What do you want me to do?"
Cheris blinked, a flicker of cunning in her emerald eyes.
She tilted her head, looking at Murphy with a slight upturn of her lips.
"Darling—"
