Holly Sawyer had an exceptionally comfortable sleep. When she woke up, the sky was already darkening. She yawned, rubbed her slightly messy hair, and walked out of the lounge.
"Brother, what time is it?"
Holly rubbed her eyes. Because she had just woken up, her voice was soft and tender, giving off a delicate feel.
"It's eight o'clock."
Leo Grant lifted his head from a pile of documents and slowly replied.
The young girl had slept for a long time. Originally, he planned to go back, but seeing the girl sleeping so soundly, he couldn't bring himself to wake her.
The young girl blinked her eyes.
"The floor's cold, why aren't you wearing shoes, hmm?"
Suddenly, she was lifted up by the waist and placed on a chair by Leo, his tone gentle and soothing.
The weather at the end of July is indeed scorching hot, so walking barefoot was no big deal.
Holly was a bit dazed, completely caught off guard.
