After a few more minutes, William Ansley couldn't sit still anymore.
He stood up, glanced amusingly at the wandering eyes of Lucy Ansley, and said with a chuckle, "You two should get some rest soon, it's not easy finishing treatment, don't stay up late anymore."
The last sentence was both a reminder and had a hint of suggestion.
Lucy hastily nodded, "Got it, Dad."
Watching her father walk into the bedroom, Lucy let out a sigh of relief.
She had been worried that he would send Henry Ronan to a hotel, but thankfully, her dad wasn't that uncompromising.
...
In the quiet night, in a simple two-bedroom apartment, even as the time approached nearly eleven at night, no one went to sleep.
In the two bedrooms, one to the south and one to the north, though separated by a bathroom, the soundproofing in the old community was certainly less than ideal.
Lucy and Henry had been apart for almost two months, and even when they met, it was mostly just hugging and kissing.
