Chapter 342 The Land Was Snatched

• Adela wasn’t the bravest person—anytime she was startled or stressed, she wouldn’t sleep well. After the car accident last time, it had taken her over a week of rest before her sleep returned to normal.
• Tonight, they were already past her usual bedtime. The room was dark and quiet, and Layson Norman's eyes were unreadable, blending into the shadows.
• “It’s not that I was scared,” she muttered, her head resting lightly on the man’s chest, letting out a soft sigh. “He was more annoying than frightening.”