Originally, she thought he would storm into the room as usual, but when she wrapped herself up like a cocoon, there was no trace of him.
A good night's sleep.
The next morning, the first light of dawn filtered through the vintage curtains into the room. Eva Nightingale turned over, got out of bed, went into the bathroom, washed up casually, and then went downstairs.
But the whispers of the maids reached her ears: "Ah, poor Harry North yesterday."
"Exactly, I heard he was sent to face the wall at the Presidential Mansion for a whole night and was exiled to Africa early this morning. He probably won't be back this month. The conditions there are so harsh, I wonder what shape he'll be in when he returns."
"That's right, I heard the ultraviolet rays in Africa are extremely strong. If he stays there for a month and comes back, who knows how dark he'll be!"
"He'll definitely shed a few layers of skin, tanned and all. I feel so sorry for him."
