Stellan Sutton saw Finn Sterling off downstairs. As Finn was leaving, he gave Stellan a deep look, "Does your wife know about this? Wouldn't it be bad if she came to make a scene later?"
"Don't worry, she won't."
Stellan smiled at him and eventually said no more, turning to leave.
It was already eleven o'clock, and Eve Sherman showed no signs of waking up.
The central air-conditioning was set a bit too low, and she seemed a little cold, rolling about on the sofa.
As she turned over, her black uniform skirt slid up her thighs.
The passing maids couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Stellan frowned slightly, stepped forward to cover her with a blanket, but the next second, she turned uncomfortably again, pulling the blanket underneath her.
Unexpectedly, the usually serious and earnest Eve becomes restless once she's drunk.
Feeling helpless, he had no choice but to pick Eve up and carry her to his own room.
"Hey, hey, hey, could the rumors outside be true?"
