Claire listened to the man take his bath the entire time.
Later, the call quietly ended in the middle of the night.
When Claire woke up, her phone had already shut down.
After washing up downstairs, she saw Finn Prescott in the living room having coffee; she didn't expect him to be home, nor did she know when he came back last night.
At the last flight of stairs, she suddenly heard him dryly say, "I feel unwell."
The three words popped out, sounding particularly abrupt in the space.
Claire looked up at him, "Are you talking to me?"
"Is there anyone else here?" Finn crossed his long legs, holding a laptop while sitting there. The deep black shirt he wore made his slender eyes appear even more dark.
Claire responded, "I take it as you whining over nothing."
"..." Finn gazed at her, eyes full of helplessness, "Help me check my pulse, I'm dizzy."
He indeed looked unwell, like he had stayed up all night.
Claire hesitated for a moment, but finally went over.
