Harrison Yale raised an eyebrow and his thin lips parted slightly, slowly uttering a sentence.
Such a playful sentence was spoken with a serious tone by him, and Emma Aiden inexplicably didn't dare to deny it.
She could only cover her face and run towards the restroom.
When she finished washing her face and came out, Harrison Yale had already put on a sleeping robe and was seated on the sofa.
In his hand was a finance magazine, which he was flipping through casually.
Seeing her come out, he turned the magazine in the direction of the seat opposite, gesturing for her to sit down.
"Now can you tell me, why did you come over and sneak into my room late at night?" Harrison Yale's expression was calm, but there was a glimmer in his eyes.
He had guessed why she was here, but he wanted to hear it from her own mouth.
To hear her say she was worried about him, that she cared for him.
