Half an hour later, Mia pressed her ear to the door panel and, seeing that it had quieted down outside, gently opened the door and peeked out. Only after she confirmed that no one was in the living room did she cautiously step out.
The living room was somewhat messy.
Not only were clothes scattered all over the floor, but there was also a small piece of fabric hanging over the armrest of the sofa.
Sniffing the air, she blushed as she walked to the water dispenser to pour herself a glass of water, and as she was holding the glass and entering her room, noises once again came from the bedroom.
At this moment, Bertha still thought she was with Amos Smith.
It wasn't until... it was over that she belatedly realized this was her own bedroom.
"How could I be on my side!"
Bertha suddenly sat up, her eyes wide open.
