Cheney's pov
When Flora was sent back to her room, I searched all the way, but in the moonlight, I saw two people sitting side by side.
The anger in my heart suddenly burned.
Knowing that both of them had gone back, I stayed by the small fishing ground for a while before going back.
But the night wind can't blow away my anger.
I went straight back to Krista's room, and she was asleep. I kissed her lips, and she turned her face and said unhappily, "Cheney, I want to sleep."
I squeezed her chin, turned her face to myself, and continued to kiss her.
She opened her eyes slightly, frowned, and pressed her hand against me. "Cheney, I'm tired."
My face is cold. "When you go out with Rashad alone, you don't feel tired?"
She tried to prop up and sit up, but I controlled her so she could not move.
"Cheney, let me go first, calm down. If you have anything to say, we will talk face to face."