That night, Jiang Yi was filled with anxiety, but Wen Suihan seemed tireless as always.
In the early morning, when Jiang Yi woke up, Wen Suihan was no longer by her side.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and faint sounds came from the direction of the living room.
Jiang Yi sat up in bed, and after a moment of daze, she grabbed the clothes scattered on the floor and headed to the bathroom.
After showering and coming out, Jiang Yi discovered that the hourly maid had already arrived.
Wen Suihan was in the study, wearing comfortable loungewear, his hair smooth and neat after the shower, giving him a less intimidating appearance.
He was sitting in front of the computer at the desk, holding a cross-country video conference.
Fluent French flowed from his mouth, his voice deep and magnetic, pleasant and soothing.
Jiang Yi watched him from the doorway for a while, but the maid had already approached, asking, "Miss Jiang, can breakfast be served?"
