Crossley suddenly woke up, she pushed the man, Ose Owen frowned slightly and turned over to get up.
"Raleigh, Mommy's here, Mommy's here..." Crossley held her daughter's hand, the other hand gently patting her chest, soothing her, "Good girl, sleep, Mommy's here with you..."
Little Raleigh quickly calmed down, didn't even open her eyes, and went back to sleep.
Crossley continued to pat the child, during which she turned her head to glance behind her, the man had his hands in his pockets, still standing by the bed, his tall figure like a statue, perfectly composed.
Today, he wore a white shirt and ash-gray trousers, the shirt's collars were unbuttoned by three buttons, revealing a well-toned chest inside.
He had clearly drunk a lot, with bloodshot eyes, but he looked very sober, not drunk at all.
"I thought... you wouldn't come back today." she said lowly, turning her head back to look at her daughter, her cheeks flush at the thought of what had just happened.
