Rosie fell asleep in Charles Anderson's lounge; she had had a tiring day and dozed off as soon as she hit the bed.
In her dreams, she felt a pair of hands rubbing her belly, and Charles Anderson's voice in her ear: "Aren't you hungry? Not having dinner?"
The girl whimpered softly, opening her drowsy eyes for a moment before closing them again.
She turned over and slept in a different direction.
Charles Anderson helplessly gave her bottom a gentle pat.
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Meanwhile, on the roof of the Anderson Clan building.
After Adam Anderson waited all night in the parking lot yesterday, today he quietly sneaked onto the Anderson Clan rooftop.
The autumn night brought a bleak wind that slipped in through his pant legs, making his hair stand on end. Adam Anderson hid in a corner on the rooftop, this time without the smell of urine; he placed a sheet of cardboard under his backside.
He waited with anticipation.
