As for the reason, she was powerless to complain.
Sometimes, she would inexplicably feel sleepy as she wrote, and the bed was right beside her, warm and comfortable. She couldn't resist the temptation at all, and often put down her work and went to sleep.
Moreover, she would always sleep for a long time. When she woke up and remembered that the draft was incomplete, her mind had been already interrupted.
She could only start from the beginning.
Sometimes, it was because of Christopher.
Speaking of him, Janice was flustered. She didn't know what was wrong with him.
She had been staying at home alone, but he insisted on working at home too.
As a result, things got worse.
Sometimes, he would send her food and drink, and sometimes he would massage her shoulders and back, for fear that she would be tired.
She seemed to have become a fool. Her mind was blank and she couldn't write anything.
