Her computer, pink and still on, lay on the sofa.
When Jaquan clicked it open, the game interface appeared, and to his surprise, it was his account. The last time they were bored in the office, she had dragged him into this game. He wasn’t good at it, and she mocked him. He retorted, “If you’re so great, why don’t you level up my account?”
So he gave her his account details.
Jaquan glanced at the screen and saw that she had indeed leveled it up.
He closed the game and instinctively tried to open her files, but they were all password-protected. He attempted to crack them but failed. She seemed quite skilled at these non-work-related things.
The next day, Sabrina woke up early and hobbled out of her room. To her surprise, she found Jaquan had returned and was asleep on the sofa, hugging her computer.
She raised an eyebrow and walked over to see a bag of candy on the table.
Hey, it really was candy.
Before she could open it, her phone rang from the side, startling her. She bent down to silence it, afraid of waking Jaquan.
Afterward, she moved around like a thief, picking a strawberry-flavored gummy from the bag, unwrapping it, and popping it into her mouth.
Sabrina’s eyes curved into crescents as she glanced at Jaquan. To her shock, she met his clear, awake eyes. She was so startled that she almost fell.
“Damn!”
Jaquan’s long arm caught her and pulled her forward. Due to inertia, Sabrina fell into his arms, her nose hitting his chest painfully.
She was enveloped by his masculine scent.
Jaquan took a deep breath in frustration. His voice was hoarse from just waking up. “What are you doing so early?”
He still smelled of alcohol.
Sabrina’s mind was still foggy from sleep. She stared blankly at his slightly red lips.
“I-I’ll go make breakfast.”
The weight on her disappeared as she hopped on one foot towards the kitchen like a little rabbit.
Jaquan was fully awake now. He covered his eyes with a large hand. “Please, for my sake, don’t move.”
Jaquan made breakfast himself while Sabrina played games on the computer. Occasionally, she looked up and saw him standing in the morning light in his casual clothes, looking strikingly handsome.
At home, Jaquan was very relaxed. His hair was messy, and his pant legs were rolled up high. He seemed unwilling to face Sabrina as he ate listlessly and then went back to the guest room to catch up on sleep, leaving behind a sentence: “Just leave the dishes; you don’t need to wash them.”
Sabrina’s happy mood came to an abrupt halt.
His tone was reluctant, suddenly polite as if she were imposing on him and he had no choice but to accept it.
Feeling a chill all over, Sabrina stood there for a long time before hobbling into the guest room. Jaquan seemed to be asleep already. She silently walked in, her eyes drawn to a photo on the bedside table.
It was Marilyn.
The photo was taken secretly when Marilyn was still in high school, sitting at her desk reading with a straight back and flowing black hair.
Something woke Jaquan up. He opened his eyes and was startled to see Sabrina holding the photo. His face changed as he snatched it away. “What are you doing?” he blurted out.
Sabrina stepped back in fear, confused by his sudden anger.
“I just wanted to look…”
Jaquan’s face turned cold. “Get out.”
Sabrina was afraid of him. She had thought that by trying everything to keep things fresh and being different, she could stay by his side longer.
But it seemed she hadn’t succeeded.
Understanding her place, she grabbed her crutch and walked out. His cold voice followed her. “I mean get out of my world.”
Sabrina froze in place.