She originally thought it was that kind of sleep, but didn't expect that last night was merely sleeping.
But who can tell her if she just overthought it.
Last night before going to bed, she clearly wore her nightgown properly and even made sure to tie the belt tight.
After sleeping, she actually found herself barely clothed.
He hadn't slept so soundly for a long time, enveloping her and unwilling to let go.
Eva Nightingale's small hand was gripped tightly by him, afraid of waking him, she dared not move, just letting him hold her hand.
If she hadn't repeatedly confirmed it, she'd think she was having a hallucination!!
Undeniably, sleeping in his arms felt wonderful, hoping that after today, she and he will no longer have any entanglement.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
The man finally spoke: "Good morning, my dear."
"..." Was he talking to her? A bit overwhelmed, pausing for two seconds, she then said: "Good morning, Mr. President."
