When the noon sunshine extended from the yellow curtains to the foot of the bed, Jerome Bonaparte opened his eyes and turned to look beside him.
At this moment, there was no one beside Jerome Bonaparte, only neatly folded clothes.
These clothes were scattered on the ground early this morning. Yet now they were neatly placed on the bed, definitely the work of Lady Vierania.
"That girl…" Jerome Bonaparte said to himself with a helpless smile, "Didn't I tell her she could sleep in today!"
After speaking, Jerome Bonaparte unfolded the folded clothes, putting them on one by one, then he got up and went to the copper washbasin in the corner for a quick wash before turning to open the door.
"I heard that there's a man staying in Lady Vierania's room today!"
"Really? That's big news!"
"Yes! Lady Vierania is the dream goddess of the entire hospital! I bet many will be heartbroken now!"
