林微晞 Anger flared. She hated when he acted like nothing happened. How could he just ignore how humiliating that was? Glaring daggers at the man sleeping beside her, she clenched her fists under the sheets.

Just as she was about to climb out of bed and go pound on his head, a warm hand slid through her hair. A low voice rumbled beside her, "What's wrong?"

She froze, not expecting him to wake up. Turning her head, she glared at him again, lips pursed tightly. "Nothing," she mumbled, even though it was clearly a lie.

His hand moved to her cheek, fingers brushing her skin gently. "You're still mad about yesterday?" His voice was smooth, like silk, but his eyes held a hint of amusement.

Her cheeks flushed. "Aren't you?" She huffed, trying to sound indignant, but her voice wobbled slightly.

He chuckled softly, pulling her closer. "A little. But I made it up to you, didn't I? Two dates, three dinners, and this morning's breakfast in bed." He winked, making her face turn tomato red.