With a smile on her lips, she gradually drifted into slumber.
Watching this little giant, Charles Northwood sighed in relief and instructed the driver to start driving.
The destination was Charles Northwood's Studio Room Apartment.
In the car, Charles Northwood had already called Fiona Sutton, so when he carried Nia Mitchell back, Fiona wasn't the least bit surprised.
"Is she asleep?"
Fiona Sutton frowned at Nia Mitchell, her face full of concern.
Being kidnapped, she must have been terrified.
"Yeah, she didn't sleep well at all on the way."
Charles Northwood nodded, placing Nia Mitchell onto the large bed in the Bedroom.
"You stay here with her, she often has dreams. I'll go take a shower first."
Fiona Sutton frowned, trying hard to suppress the surge of nausea.
Why did she seem to smell blood on Charles Northwood?
Finding it hard to believe, Fiona nodded, but cautiously scrutinized Charles Northwood.
