Leo Harrell's gaze was tightly locked, never straying from her face. After a long pause, he slowly said, "Then I will make sure your life is worse than death."
What was plainly a tender look felt terribly cold to her.
Sophia Cloud's brows slightly furrowed, knowing that he had misunderstood.
—You and I are just friends, you've taken care of Arthur many times, so I'm grateful to you. It's not what you think.
This was the first time Sophia Cloud proactively explained the nature of their relationship.
Leo Harrell understood, and the annoyance in his heart seemed to vanish instantly. When they came to Arthur's room, they tiptoed in to find that Arthur was still sound asleep.
Sophia Cloud hurried forward to gently pull down the blanket. Summer was approaching, the room's windows were open, but the breeze was slight, and the air conditioner wasn't on.