Marcel thought he had heard wrong and looked at Anaya with dismay in his eyes.


    “I didn’t mean anything else, it’s just that it’s too cold to sleep in the living room on this day, so I thought, why don’t we just make do.” Anaya hurriedly exined.


    After a pause and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t take advantage of you.”


    Marcel couldn’t hold back augh, “Aren’t you worried about me taking advantage of you?”


    “Is that so?” Anaya also followed andughed, “really if you do something to me, I can logically rely on you, anyway, you are nice, if and you cooked rice, certainly I earn ah!”


    At those words, Marcel’s eyes shed.


    But it was only an instant before he was back to his usual self, clutching his quilt and pillow and heading upstairs.


    Since there were no extra quilts, Marcel had no way to bunk on the floor.


    Two people sleep in the same bed.


    This was also the first time Marcel entered Anaya’s room.


    “Girls’ rooms, are they all so light and elegant?” Marcel asked curiously as he surveyed the room’s furnishings.


    Anaya’s room is furnished with a simple bed, two bedside tables and a desk and closet, all of which Marcel had purchased earlier.


    When you put it in, it looks empty, without any semnce of a sense of home atmosphere.


    But now, although the furniture is still the same, but Anaya put some small ornaments, the floor alsoid a cute tiger cartoon carpet, there is a corner of the same pattern shape of the floormp, suddenly more warm.


    “I was just drumming it up, I don’t know how the other girls set it up.” Anaya smiled shyly, “If you don’t like it, I’ll remove it all tomorrow.”


    “No need.” Marcel replied, “Now you are thedy of the house and this is your room, so you can decorate it any way you want without asking my opinion.”


    Hearing the word hostess, Anaya’s heart was actually quite warm.


    Although she and Marcel were contractually sh married, during the time they lived together, it was obvious that Marcel treated her well, treated her very equally, and treated her as the owner of the home, a part of the family.


    This is an experience she has never had in the past twenty years.


    “Mr. Pearson, do you think if we hadn’t been in such a hurry to find a marriage partner, we wouldn’t have had the chance to run into each other?” Lying on the bed, Anaya spoke in a small voice, “That’s kinda a shame.”


    “Is it a pity that you don’t get to find a sh date like me, or is it simply a pity because you’ll miss me?” Marcel asked.


    Anaya froze for a moment, “Aren’t they both the same?”


    “Not at all.” Marcel replied, “But it depends on how you interpret it.”


    Anaya is still a bit baffled, “I don’t really understand.”


    Marcel nailed it, “You’ll get itter, for now, go to sleep!”


    Covered with the nket, Marcel then closed his eyes.


    When Anaya saw this, she had a lot of things she wanted to ask, but she held back.


    I just couldn’t sleep, with Marcel’s words echoing in my head.


    And I don’t know if it means what she thinks it means …


    Thinking too much, Anaya gorgeous insomnia.


    The next morning, I came downstairs with two dark circles under my eyes, only to find that the Old Mr. Pearson was already awake and practicing Tai Chi in the living room.


    “Good morning Anaya, don’t make breakfast, I ordered takeaway, you two have worked hard, sit down and enjoy a meal in the morning!”


    Looking at the dark circles under Anaya’s face, the Old Mr. Pearson’s heart was so beautiful.Content ? provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    It looks like his ployst night was a sess!