Having made a mistake himself, Olivia Lewis did not feel any guilt about letting a six-foot man curl up on a five-foot couch for the night. Seeing him really plan to sleep on the couch, she yawned and returned to the bedroom, locking the door behind her.
Adam Sinclair heard the 'click' of the door lock, and his thin lips unconsciously curved upwards. He lay down on the couch, curled up, covered himself with a blanket, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.
Sweet dreams for the night.
The next morning, when Olivia Lewis got up, there was no one on the couch outside, but the blanket had been neatly folded and placed in the corner of the couch.
On the dining table was a steaming breakfast. It was her favorite millet porridge and pancakes. No need to guess; it must have been someone queuing up in the morning to buy them.
She leisurely enjoyed her breakfast, feeling much better after a night of frustration. After calling Enna Clark, she went to buy some fruit.
