Tilly Flower finished her breakfast, leaning against Sophia Phoenix, drowsy and bordering on sleep.
The private room was warm, and with her belly full and content, her entire being felt toasty. She squinted her eyes, resembling a cat basking in the sun on a blanket in the summertime.
Sophia Phoenix handed the card to the waiter to settle the bill and stroked Tilly Flower's hair: "I'll take you home."
Since Trenton Smith had his accident, Tilly Flower hadn't shut her eyes for a whole day and night. Her heart had been injured before and couldn't stand staying up all night or overexerting herself. Otherwise, there could be lasting consequences, and as she aged, she might be more prone to cardiovascular problems than the average person.
It was best to take care of herself while she was still young.
Tilly Flower shook her head: "No, I have to watch over Trenton."
Norris Moore wasn't here, and she was his only friend. She had to take good care of him before Norris returned.
