Chapter 135 No Intention Of Hiding From You
Peyton looked up and met the eyes of the man standing by the door. Nolan had not taken off his
clothes before sleeping, so his shirt was wrinkled and the collar had a few buttons undone.
Nolan lazily leaned against the door. Although his hair was a bit messy, it didnât diminish his sharp
beauty in the slightest.
Peyton was always feeling guilty. Her relationship with Nolan was complicated and constantly
entangled
Peyton had previously upset Nolan. When thinking about the people on the island, Peytonâs first
reaction was fear.
âI⦠I couldnât sleep,â Peyton explained anxiously, watching Nolan approach her step by step.
Peyton knelt on the ground. Nolan, being tall, blocked the light above Peytonâs head, casting a shadow
over her.
Nolanâs gaze was clear. He had sobered up a bit from his alcohol. There was no emotion in his pitchâ
black pupils, making it difficult for her to decipher his feelings.
Peyton hurriedly tried to put the documents back, stammering as he explained, âI was just looking
around.â
A hand grabbed Peytonâs wrist, the hand was hot and strong.
Peytonâs heart tightened, and he instinctively pleaded, âI was wrong, I shouldnât have touched your
sisterâs files, please donât be angryâ¦â
Nolan held Peytonâs hand and looked down at the woman in front of
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him, thinking, âSince when did Peytonâs eyes no longer hold love or hatred towards me, only endless
fear?â
âIt was very late,â Nolanâs voice was hoarse.
Peyton looked at Nolan with confusion.
Nolan took the documents from Peytonâs hand and bent down to lift her up. âYou have plenty of time to
look at this during the day,â he
said.
Peyton widened his eyes in astonishment and thought, âDoes Nolan mean I can freely enter the study?
Can I even freely look at anything of his?â
It seemed that Nolan could see Peytonâs thoughts, and he calmly said, âI didnât change the password,
so I didnât intend to hide anything from you.â
Peyton was placed back onto the soft bed by Nolan. The iron arm wrapped around her waist once
again, as Nolan tightly held her in his embrace.
A muffled sound came from above Peytonâs head, âNow you should rest.â
Peyton stared at the silver buttons on Nolanâs shirt. The surface of the buttons gleamed with a cold
silver glow in the darkness.
At such a close distance, Peyton could clearly hear Nolanâs heartbeat.
Peyton was completely confused and had no idea what Nolan was thinking.
âIf you donât want to sleep, I donât mind continuing with the unfinished tasks from the day.â
Peyton trembled in fear, quickly closed their eyes, and dared not make any further movements.
Peyton only realized that Nolan got drunk tonight.
Nolan gazed at Peyton, who lay motionless and curled up in his arms, with a hint of profound meaning
in his eyes.
Peyton and Nolan had not slept in each otherâs arms for a long time. As soon as Peyton opened their
eyes, they saw Nolanâs handsome sleeping face.
At this moment, time seemed to have turned back three years ago. Peyton could see Nolan as soon as
she opened her eyes.
Nolan, with a few strands of hair softly resting on his usually smooth forehead, closed his eyes tightly.
In this moment, Nolan appeared harmless, devoid of the coldness he used to possess.
There was a faint stubble of greenishâblue on Nolanâs tightly clenched jaw, and even in his sleep, his
brows were furrowed.
Peyton instinctively raised her hand to smooth out the furrow on Nolanâs brow. But as she lifted her
hand, she realized they had already divorced. Just as she was about to retract her hand, Nolanâs eyes
opened at that moment.
The two of them locked eyes, and Peyton saw tiny dust particles dancing in the air.
Peytonâs hand remained stiffly raised in the air. It was quite awkward for her whether she withdrew her
hand now or not.
Peyton was still hesitating on how to resolve the current awkwardness. Nolan tightened his grip around
her waist. Suddenly, Nolan leaned down and his thin lips landed on her lips without any warning.