Shirley Thorne couldn't remember how she had fallen asleep last night. All she recalled was the old man talking for ages, his rambling as endless as a high school math lecture.
Plus, the great billionaire next to her was like a personal furnace, radiating a warmth that was impossibly cozy.
Add that to the fact she was already exhausted, and falling asleep during a phone call was perfectly normal, right?
NORMAL MY ASS!
If I've sinned, please let the law punish me, not make me start a new day by waking up in the great billionaire's arms.
Shirley Thorne felt herself shutting down.
The screaming marmot in her heart had died, its soul ascending to the heavens along with her own.
At that moment, Shirley Thorne cursed her internal clock, wishing she could just fall back asleep.
Her body went rigid. She didn't dare to breathe, staying completely still as she lay curled in Ethan Grant's arms, terrified of waking him.
'If we both woke up at the same time...'
