"You’re really nice!" Watching his back, the girl lifted the corners of her lips, a smile blossoming on her face as she happily said, "Whoever marries you in the future will be blissfully happy!" Finn Morgan’s heart fluttered slightly. He did not look back, and no one knew his thoughts at that moment. He merely paused his steps for a moment, and then continued walking away. Hailey Hale watched as his figure disappeared from sight. She pursed her lips, then smiled. Having a friend like him was indeed a blessing. She had many friends, but not many she truly found agreeable. Mia Lane was one, Justin Kingston was another, and now Finn Morgan counted as one too. Finn Morgan returned to the study and sat down at the desk. He was supposed to reply to an email, but as he gripped the mouse, he gradually lost focus. Hailey Hale’s innocent face lingered in his mind. Ian Shelby’s medicine was very effective. Although Hailey Hale was bitten by a snake and lost a lot of blood, she felt no pain now and acted as if nothing had happened. She leaned back and read a book for a while, then picked up her phone to catch up on a TV show, and her mood gradually improved. Whenever Anton Miller’s roguishly handsome face appeared, it always offered a kind of visual pleasure, causing the corners of her lips to unconsciously rise. To girls like her, Anton Miller’s type was quite popular, commonly known as a "puppy" or "fresh face." The night grew deeper... Finn Morgan came out of the study and stood outside the main bedroom, raising his hand to knock on the door but hesitated, afraid she might already be asleep. The door was slightly ajar; he knew it well in his heart. All around was quiet... Finn Morgan hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to turn back to rest on the sofa, he heard the girl’s playful laughter coming from inside the bedroom. He furrowed his brow and stopped in his tracks. Not asleep yet? It’s already midnight. Grasping the doorknob and giving a gentle push, she turned out to be binge-watching a show! The sound of the door opening startled the girl engrossed in the plot. Hailey Hale abruptly looked up, her smile frozen, "How come you’re still awake?" "Why aren’t you sleeping?" Finn Morgan’s voice was indifferent, "What time is it? Don’t you need to rest?" His tone was filled with obvious displeasure. Hailey Hale lowered her gaze to the progress bar in the video, only ten minutes left of this episode, "I’ll sleep soon." Finn Morgan unhappily stared at her, neither advancing nor retreating. "..." The girl felt uneasy under his gaze, swallowed hard, and said appeasingly, "Okay, okay, I’ll sleep soon." Then, she put down the phone. Finn Morgan stepped forward, took the phone from the bedside table and looked it over, not even exiting the video page. Seeing his stern expression, Hailey Hale’s voice softened, "Why don’t... why don’t you take the phone away?" acting like she did something wrong. Finn Morgan was unapologetic, took the phone, turned around and left, turning off the lights and closing the door. He sat in the living room on the sofa, exited the video app, and discovered that her phone wallpaper was actually Anton Miller’s photo spread! A chill flashed across Finn Morgan’s stern face. Staring at Anton Miller’s roguish expression and rampant manner, wearing a ripped denim jacket with buttons undone to reveal professionally sculpted abs. In the photo, his actions were casual, fingers lightly touching his chin adorned with four rings, an eye-catching tattoo on his chest. Finn Morgan wore a dark expression and silently changed the wallpaper, deleting all of Anton Miller’s photos in the gallery. He didn’t bother checking her other private contents. Putting down the phone, Finn Morgan lay back on the sofa, covered himself with a blanket, placing both hands behind his head while staring at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep for a long time. Hailey Hale woke up slowly in a daze, instinctively reaching for her phone on the bedside table to check the time, but found it empty. Get full chapters from novęlfire.net Suddenly alert, she recalled Finn Morgan taking her phone last night. Would he take it to the office? Won’t he leave it back for her? Hurriedly getting up, her foot didn’t hurt, but still injured, she raised her injured leg, hopping with one leg to open the bedroom door, filled with the aroma of noodles and the sound of kitchen activity.