"Who wants anything to do with you, you smelly thing? Get as far away from me as possible." Nana Monty waved Jayden Maguire away as if he were a fly.
Jayden Maguire's skin was thicker than city walls, so he simply took off his clothes, climbed into bed, and hugged Nana Monty.
After not sleeping the whole night, he was unbearably tired today; as soon as he touched the bed, his eyelids couldn't hold up anymore.
Nana Monty pushed him hard: "Let me go..."
"Don't make noise, let me sleep a bit." Jayden Maguire's eyes were tightly shut, and even his voice was slurred.
Only then did Nana Monty notice the fatigue on Jayden Maguire's face, his brows tightly furrowed.
She said nothing more and instead quietly watched Jayden Maguire.
He was truly exhausted, sleepy; closing his eyes, he quickly drifted into slumber.
Nana Monty's gaze wandered over his face, tracing his features in her heart.
