"Can you believe he tried to grab me?"
"I think he was trying to steal from you. He was a pickpocket."
"No way. He was—"
"Hyerin, dear, don't flatter yourself."
The duo's banter came to a whisper, melting into the silence.
Hyerin took the keycard and unlocked the door.
"Averie," she whispered.
But no reply came.
"Must be asleep," she said to her colleague.
So, they slipped into the room, shoes in their hands.
Hyerin's eyes narrowed. The suite was dark.
"Be careful," Min-Ha whispered. "He could be waiting to ambush us."
Her trust in Averie, or lack thereof, was inspiring to Hyerin. But she didn't voice it.
As they rounded the corner and stepped into the bedroom, gasps escaped the two.
On the bed, Averie lay asleep—with Miss Meow napping on his chest.
The pair of girls had their hearts melted. Indeed, there was nothing like a vulnerable creature in the company of an invulnerable man to raise the motherly instincts.
"Hold still," Hyerin muttered, taking out her phone.
