Shortly after, footsteps approached. Linda turned around and saw Finnley walking toward her with a folder. He nodded at her gently, “Thank you, Linda.”
“You are welcome. It’s my job.” She said, curling her lips into a smile. “See you tomorrow, Mr. Russell.” Then she was about to turn away.
“Did you return home, Finnley?” a girl’s muffling voice was from the bedroom. She sounded sleepy, and her voice was soft.
Linda looked over at Finnley, only to find him glancing at the bedroom. Then he said to Linda, who had an awkward look, “Go home, Linda. Be careful on the way.”
She returned to her senses. “OK.”
Then she left Finnley’s apartment with the folder. However, she didn’t feel touched by his kind reminder.
In the elevator going downstairs, the soft voice just now reechoed in her ears. She wondered if that girl was in his bed.
Finnley’s apartment.
Finnley entered the bedroom and saw the slight movement under the quilt. “Are you a pig? How could you have slept for a whole day?”
“I’m so thirsty... Do you have water?” Mya felt extremely thirsty.
Finnley stood in front of the bed, gazing at her indifferently. “Did you really sleep for a whole day? You even don’t know if there’s water. Why didn’t you check the kitchen?”
“Ehn...” she replied with a grunt, feeling too unwell to speak.
Finnley was wordless. He asked patiently, “Had breakfast?”
“Nah.”
“Neither lunch nor dinner?” He could tell her sneakers were still the same as he went to work in the morning.
“I want some water. Stop nagging... I’m so thirsty.”
Finnley noticed her weak tone. He became serious and asked, “What happened? Do you not feel well?”
“Why are you nagging so much?” Mya tore the quilt off. “I’m thirsty.”
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