The next day, when Joyce woke up from her sleep, she was curling up on the sofa in her suite and covered with a blanket. It was actually so uncomfortable.

Inside the room, the curtains were drawn tightly, and not a single ray of light could get in.

She looked at the phone beside her and was surprised that it was already ten in the morning.

It was really a long deep sleep.

Last night, she bandaged Luther's arm, took a hasty shower, washed her face, and reapplied the mask.

After another careful check and she was sure that the bleeding on his arm had been stopped, she then went to sleep.

It seemed, there was still no movement inside the room. Was he still sleeping? There was no way he could have slept until this point and not woken up. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Was it possible that the effect of yesterday's medicine had not yet passed? Or did something happen?

She got up suspiciously and walked gingerly into the room.

She approached him slowly. She then heard the sound of his even breathing and saw the steady rise and fall of his chest. She turned on the light and was relieved to see that his face looked normal and she turned it off again.

was good that everything was okay, so she just let him

that way, she turned to

of her coat was tugged,

Luther

"Oh."

pull the curtains

walk to the window, but he still pulled at the hem of her shirt, just

him helplessly, "What's wrong? Let

is not your presidential suite, and we don’t

are now, sleeping in my

know. Just come

supported himself up. Last night his shirt was wrinkled into a mess, and now it seemed to stick to

the

so close that she could even feel his burning breath spraying on

lifted his hand and

flinched a bit, and immediately tensed up, "What are you doing? Have the effects of

fine. What are you thinking? I just found a

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