"Emma..." the man bowed his head, his lips brushing against her loose hair as he murmured hoarsely.
That call, which initially filled Minnie Sutton with ecstatic excitement, was like a bucket of cold water poured over her, completely sobering her up. Her hands trembled, her heart ached unbearably, and tears surged down again.
She was silent for a moment, then forced a bitter smile and held him tighter. It didn't matter to her, she truly didn't mind. As long as she could be by his side, even if he treated her as a substitute, she didn't care...
Minnie bit her lip, waiting for Walter Schmidt's next move, but he suddenly stopped moving on top of her.
"Walter?!" She turned her head to look at his face, only to find that his eyes were closed, and he had fallen asleep.
Minnie smiled miserably, having consumed so much alcohol and still defending against it until now, was no ordinary feat...