For every time Shirley Thorne died of embarrassment, Florence Langley was never innocent.
Florence was in charge of her daily needs—bringing her water when she woke up, covering her with a blanket when she was sleepy. These were all things Florence usually handled.
'So, the question is, why am I sleeping under the tycoon's jacket?'
'Did Florence do this on her own initiative?'
The mere thought of her current situation made Shirley Thorne cringe so hard her toes curled.
'This is so damn awkward!'
Of course, the most embarrassing part was that she was still clutching the tycoon's sleeve. Judging by the wrinkles, she must have been holding on for quite some time.
Right then, Shirley Thorne desperately wished she could turn into a statue. That way, she wouldn't have to answer Ethan Grant's statement: "You're awake."
When Shirley Thorne didn't move, Ethan Grant assumed she was still groggy from sleep and repeated himself, "You're awake?"
Shirley Thorne: ...
