Not a Souvenir

Looking at Isabella's smiling face, Cedric leaned against the door and crossed his arms, his eyes soft. "Alright, I came back late today. I'll help you make the bed, so you can rest early."

Isabella was stunned. "Help me make the bed? Are there any other beds?"

"No. I never invite guests to my home, so there is only one bed in the main bedroom."

Cedric walked to the master bedroom and opened the cabinet. "I think there is a set of light-colored bed sheets here. You girls like light colors, right? I'm used to dark-colored ones."

Isabella hurriedly said, "Only one bed? I can't use it! Absolutely not! I can't take up your bed! I was in a daze last night but I'm sober today. I won't make the same mistake again!"

Cedric ignored her and tidied up the sheet. "This one is light-colored, but it doesn't look good. Forget it. We'll buy some beautiful bed sheets tomorrow."

Pursing her lips, Isabella picked up a pillow from the bed and withdrew to the door, indicating her determination.