Half an hour later, the takeout was delivered.
Samara placed the bag on the dining table and turned to look at Roland, who was on the sofa.
Roland slept quite soundly. Even the doorbell did not wake him up.
Samara raised her eyebrows and walked to the sofa. "Mr. Garza?"
Roland didn't have any reaction.
Seeing this, Samara walked around the sofa and walked directly to the front. She raised her hand and gently pushed Roland's shoulder. "Roland?"
Just as Samara's voice faded, a pair of hands held her waist, and Samara didn't react in time.
The next second, Samara was directly pressed into Roland's arms.
Samara moved her hands to support her body. Through the thin blanket and Roland's shirt, Samara could clearly feel Roland's body temperature.
Samara subconsciously pulled her hands back. But without the support of her hand, she directly leaned on Roland.