"No need, I have no appetite right now," Summer Shawcross said, pursing her lips. The earlier metallic smell had already killed her appetite.
Hearing her say this, the bodyguard didn't press further and turned to leave.
Summer sighed, turned her head to glance at the night view through the floor-to-ceiling window, then rolled over and looked at the clock on the bedside table.
It was only then she realized she had already slept for two hours...
Just as she was startled, a decisive and crisp knocking suddenly sounded.
...
—Knock, knock.
...
Hearing the knock, Summer felt a bit helpless, thinking it was the bodyguard delivering dinner again.
So she raised her voice and shouted towards the door.
"I don't have an appetite, no need to bring dinner over."
After she said this, there was no movement outside the door.
Just as she was feeling puzzled, a male voice, low and muted, suddenly came through from outside after a moment of silence.
"It's me!"
