Baron Lawrence watched his every move closely. Seeing him close the door, relax onto the sofa, and rub his aching temples, the tension in his thin, tight lips eased.
Finally off to sleep.
Who on earth does he take after with that stubborn personality?
After resting on the sofa with his eyes closed for a few minutes, his weary eyes felt somewhat relieved. He opened them again, glanced at the peacefully sleeping person in the hospital bed from afar, and picked up the documents in front of him once more, delving back into his work...
He needed to finish his work in the coming days as quickly as possible; the sooner he completed it, the more time he could spend with her.
So tonight, he didn't plan on sleeping.
The night was still very, very long...
*
The next morning, Olivia Lewis was awakened by the chirping voices at the bedside through the blinding sunlight.
"Why hasn't she woken up yet?"
