"Molly..." Charles White's thin lips slightly parted, gently uttering two words.
Zoe Yale instinctively stepped forward, only to find he had already fallen asleep, merely talking in his sleep.
Yet in his dreams, he's still calling her name...
Zoe Yale's heartbeat suddenly quickened a bit.
Seeing he looked quite cold, she wanted to fetch him a quilt but found there was only one quilt on the bed.
She searched around in the wardrobe, yet couldn't find a spare quilt.
Her small mouth slightly pouting, watching Charles White sleeping on the sofa.
If she let him sleep on the sofa all night like this, he'd surely catch a cold. Should she go find the Butler to get a quilt?
But if she did, the Butler would discover they weren't sleeping in the same bed at all?
Zoe Yale paced around the room in a dilemma, her gaze eventually landing on the only large bed in the room.
