As a reflex, the first thing she did upon opening her eyes was reach for the phone.
She pressed the call button. Still in a dream-like state, her eyes remained hazy, and her voice was gritty, as if she were mumbling in her sleep: "You've arrived, huh."
Her voice sounded unclear, as though she had something in her mouth.
A low, hoarse laugh sounded, slightly raspy: "Did I wake you?"
Scarlett rubbed her eyes, turned her head, and twisted the bedside lamp.
The soft dim light instantly became much brighter.
The strong light stabbed her eyes, accustomed to the dim light, causing discomfort. She squinted for a bit, waited to adjust, then opened her eyes again: "Just slept for a while."
"If you're very sleepy, then go ahead and sleep. I'll call you when you wake up."
There seemed to be wind blowing over from his side, along with footsteps; then someone spoke: Young Master Saxon, this way please.
