Should she explain?
But things had spiraled out of control step by step from the moment she decided to lie.
Leading up to this exact moment of unbearable embarrassment where she wanted to explode.
Forget it, let it all burn!
Harriet closed her eyes. “...Thank you!”
“You...”
“I'm going to sleep! Remember to wake me up when you get out of bed, thanks!”
Shifting towards the edge of the bed, she closed her eyes, trying hard to lighten her breathing and minimize her presence.
Understanding what she meant, Jason indeed didn't say another word, only turning over.
Harriet thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but the even, drawn-out sound of breathing came from behind her, acting like excellent white noise, making her eyelids heavier and heavier...
“Harriet, wake up...”
Sure enough, you couldn't do guilty things; even in her dreams, it was Jason's voice.
She pulled the blanket up to cover her head.
By the bed, Jason, already dressed, raised his hand and checked his watch.
It was five-forty.
The private jet could wait, but the summit started at ten; if they didn't leave now, they would be late.
Should he tell the driver not to load their suitcases?
Or...
Knock, knock!
A soft knock on the door.
Jason turned his head and saw Archer, who was already dressed and washed up.
He saw the bulge on the bed.
And he also saw the helpless look on his father's face.
Archer pursed his lips and said, “Dad, we're not going anymore. You should head out!”
His steady voice sounded as if it were no big deal.
But Jason clearly saw the disappointment that surfaced in his eyes when he knocked on the door and found that Harriet wasn't up.
Looking up again, Jason saw that Seraphina wasn't awake either.
Teresa was holding her, and she had a bag in her hand with the clothes the little girl would wear when she woke up.
“Get in the car first, tell the driver we'll leave in two minutes.”
He raised a hand to unbutton his cuffs, turned, and walked to the bed.
“Harriet, Harriet?”

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