If she was sleeping soundly, wouldn’t it look like she was being selfish to knock on the door and wake her up?


    Thinking about it, Dixon felt that face was important, so he turned around and went to the bedroom, pushed open the bedroom window and rolled out.


    The house of the Hidden Tribe is designed with flying eaves and arches, so he went out of the window and stepped on the green tiles, and then easily walked outside Sophie’s living room window.


    The window of her room was half open, he pushed open the window sash and tiptoed into the living room.


    Standing in the living room, he vaguely heard voicesing from the bedroom.


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    Dixon walked towards the bedroom, reached out and gently pushed the door open, only to find that the bedroom had been turned on the bedsidemp, and there was a cell phone ying unintelligible Cryptic songs.


    The mattress was in a ball on the bed, and there was no sign of Sophie.


    Dixon’s heart thudded and he panicked.


    Where was Sophie?


    He went to the bathroom and pushed the door open, but there was no one there, so he turned around and went out of the bedroom and went to the study, which was still empty.


    “Sophie?”


    Dixon called out, but no one answered.


    Now, he was even more worried about Sophie, so he turned back to the bedroom, wanting to take a closer look, to see if the traces of the bedroom can see something to.


    Standing in the bedroom, Dixon carefully observed every detail of the bedroom, and found no signs of a struggle.


    So where did Sophie go?


    When Dixon hesitated, he keenly noticed that the bedroom cab door moved a little.


    He frowned, nced at the ashtray on the bedroom table, picked it up, clutched it in his hand, and walked slowly toward the closet.


    Standing by the closet, he quietly listened to the movement inside again and found no sound before he raised his hand and squeezed the handle on the cab door and pulled it open …


    “Ah…!!!”


    A shrill scream came from inside.


    Dixon then saw Sophie cowering in a corner of the closet, her head buried between her knees, shivering.


    With a thud, the ashtray in Dixon’s hand fell to the floor, and he took Sophie by the arm and yanked her out, “Sophie, it’s me!”


    The frightened Sophie looked up and saw Dixon standing outside, so she hugged him tightly and buried her head in his chest, weeping silently.


    When Sophie flung herself into his arms and Dixon hugged her, he realized she was soaked and sweating.


    The pathetic look aroused Dixon’s protective desire, and inexplicably, his throat tightened and his heart ached.


    He med himself and thought that he shouldn’t have made things difficult for Sophie at that time of the night, otherwise she wouldn’t have been scared like this.


    “Little fool, don’t be afraid, I’m here.”


    He sped her waist with one hand and gently smoothed the hair on her head with the other, constantly reassuring her.


    “So it was you who came in, scared the hell out of me …”


    Sophie choked out.


    Fear of the dark Sophie could not sleep, so she turned on the lights and yed music, but just after falling asleep she had several nightmares in a row and was in a state of shock.


    She was so scared that she went straight into the closet.


    Especially when she heard the voice outside shouting ‘Sophie’, she was too nervous to hear Dixon’s voice and even thought it was a hallucination.


    How could she know that it would be Dixon who appeared!


    “Well, okay, I’ll stay with you. I’ll stay with you …”


    Dixon nodded, let go of her and took her hand, “Go to my ce if you are afraid here. Don’t worry, I won’t … not ‘bully’ you anymore.”


    Hearing his promise, Sophie did not refuse, silently followed behind him and went to Dixon’s suite next door.


    A few hours ago she had an argument with Dixon and returned to her bedroom in a fit of anger, thinking she had the backbone to make it through the night and then slowly adapt.


    Turns out she had overestimated herself.


    Now that Dixon hade looking for her, Sophie couldn’t wait to get off the ledge and escape the cold, dreary room.


    Dixon had thought that Sophie woulde over at night, so the door to the room was deliberately left unlocked, which also made it easier for them toe in.


    He took Sophie to the bedroom and sat her on the bed, leaning against it.


    When he saw that her face was still perspiring, he went to the bathroom and brought a water-soaked towel over to sit beside her and wipe the sweat from her face.


    Sophie was in shock, even though Dixon was warm and gentle to her, she did not particrly care.


    When Dixon noticed that Sophie was out of sorts, he ced the towel on a side table, sat on his knees on the bed and asked her, “Tell me, why are you so afraid of the dark? You weren’t this scared back in L City either.”