The light in the Room dimmed, becoming more suitable for sleep.
Watching Harrison Yale asleep with his Eyes closed, Emma Aiden felt sleepy just looking at him, but she still had to tell him a story.
She yawned, then picked up his Cell Phone from the bedside, used his fingerprint to unlock the screen, searched for some stories online, and continued telling him stories.
After finishing a story, she would stop to take a sip of Water and gently call his name.
Only after making sure he wasn't asleep yet, would she continue speaking.
But one story ended.
Two stories ended.
...
Until the tenth story ended, Emma Aiden's throat was so dry she felt like smoke was coming out. She drank a whole cup of Water in one go and softly called out in the smallest whisper.
"Harrison Yale..."
"You should call me Harry." Harrison Yale's Dark Eyes opened, correcting her without thinking.
Emma Aiden: "..."!!
Who cares what she should call him? She only cared about when he could fall asleep!
