Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 151

She followed the force pulling her head back and looked up at a towering figure.

Still half-asleep and a little dazed, she blinked until Edmond Halley's face came into focus.

Why was Edmond here?

Was she dreaming?

But this dream felt entirely too real. Edmond was pulling her hair, and it hurt!

She reached up, snatching the strand of hair back from his grip, and demanded, "What are you doing? That hurts!"

Edmond said, "Sleeping on the job, Sheila. Is this your professional attitude?"

Sheila shook her head, finally snapping awake.

She had fallen asleep?

She had fallen asleep in Edmond's study?

What a disaster!

She hurriedly stood up, and the thin blanket draped over her slipped down.

She quickly reached out and grabbed it.

Had she covered herself with a blanket before falling asleep?

"Aren't you going to explain yourself?"

Pushing aside her confusion about the blanket, Sheila hurried to answer his question. "I'm sorry... I was just a little exhausted today. It won't happen again!"

"It's only your first day on the job, and you're already slacking off." Edmond's voice was ice-cold. "Since it's your first offense, I'll let it slide. But if there's a next time..."

"I promise, it won't happen again!" she quickly assured him.

"Promises are useless," Edmond replied. "If you do it again, I'll add an extra day to your employment contract for every offense."

Sheila gritted her teeth. "Fine!"

She definitely wouldn't mess up again!

"Enough. Go to bed," Edmond said.

Operating on pure reflex, she started heading for the door.

"Leave the blanket," Edmond ordered.

"Oh." She quickly folded the blanket into a neat square and placed it on the sofa.

Reaching the door, she paused and looked back. "Are you not going to sleep yet?"

"I'll be resting shortly."

"Do you need water for the night?" she asked, then paused. "I have a suggestion..."

"Speak."

"Do you have an insulated tumbler? I could fill it with warm water and leave it on your nightstand. That way, if you get thirsty in the middle of the night..."

Edmond raised his eyes, fixing her with a stare.

But whether it was the incredibly comfortable mattress or the high-end bedding, the moment she lay down, her entire body melted into pure bliss.

She had drifted off without a second thought.

The next morning, she was jolted awake by a sharp knock on the door.

She sat up, shaking her head as her messy hair tumbled around her shoulders.

"Sheila."

She jumped, instantly snapping back to reality.

Right. She was in Edmond's house.

She had showered last night and changed into fresh clothes.

She had to admit, Edmond had prepared everything perfectly.

There were even several different types of uniforms.

Working as a live-in assistant for the ultra-rich was a better life than most normal people could ever dream of.

How was that fair?

Sheila quickly smoothed down her hair, slipped out of bed, and shoved her feet into her shoes. "Coming!"

Edmond was standing right outside the door, his expression as cold as frost.

She opened the door and forced a bright, polite greeting. "Good morning, Mr. Halley."