Startled, Isabella Lindsey immediately jumped off the bed, not daring to look at his silhouette in the dark night, fearing she might look in the wrong place. She lowered her head and walked towards the sofa against the wall, "I'd better sleep on the sofa."
"Are you sure?" The man curled his lips.
"…Yes."
Isabella Lindsey lay sideways on the sofa, her back to him, and for the first time in her life, she said to him, "Goodnight."
"Sweet dreams."
The man let her go, engaging in an exchange that seemed to retain a certain tacit understanding.
Meanwhile, he closed his eyes and slept…
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Next door at the Lindsey Family.
In Arthur Lindsey's room, Mrs. Ding was summoned once again. She stood uneasily by the bed, wringing her hands, "Mr. Lindsey, may I leave?"
"What do you think?" Arthur Lindsey's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I think… it's getting late, I should go to my room to sleep… Tomorrow I still have to take little Clarissa to school…" Mrs. Ding found a good excuse.
But.
