Her voice was pitifully small, but Elijah Jefferson, whose entire attention was on Nancy Allen, still heard it.
He invited Nancy to go to his place.
Going to a man's house at night was quite inappropriate, but Nancy agreed nonetheless.
Elijah was indeed one of the few friends Nancy had.
Elijah's home was a hundred-square-meter three-bedroom apartment.
For ordinary people, it's a very normal house, but for the Jefferson family, it seemed overly modest.
Elijah explained, "I don't like living in big houses, empty houses are boring to live in alone. It's enough for me to live here alone. Would you like something to drink?"
Nancy pointed at the chilled boiled water on the table.
Elijah chose to heat it up slightly before pouring it for Nancy.
Everyone around Nancy was always subconsciously considerate of her health.
Nancy sipped the warm water slowly, the pain in her throat easing a bit.
Elijah wasn't in a hurry to inquire, waiting for her to calm down.
