Though the bed was barely 1.2 meters wide, if they squeezed a bit, sharing with both women didn't seem impossible.
Of course, it was just a thought—he still had business to handle.
Throwing on his clothes, Pierre stepped outside and came face to face with Julie, who looked exhausted.
Her eyes met his—and her heart fluttered.
Seeing the deep shadows under her eyes, Pierre offered a smile.
"Sorry about last night… we may have kept you up."
Julie's lips twitched. "No, no, it's fine…"
But she immediately regretted saying it.
What was she doing—admitting she enjoyed listening?
Flustered and embarrassed, she rolled her eyes and snapped,
"If you knew it was disturbing me, why didn't you stop?"
Pierre replied earnestly,
"Well, that's something you should really bring up with Stanna."
Another eye roll.
Still clearly sleep-deprived, Julie yawned.
"I need a proper nap. Sleeping on the sofa is not comfortable."
