The black figure almost flashed by, but it was found by the sharp-eyed Louis Wellington.
His heart was filled with alarm. He quickly leaned his back against the wall and looked out of the window secretly. It was obvious that the person had left.
Louis frowned and looked serious.
Louis couldn't help suspecting Allen who had planned all this.
'Is it him this time?'
The next day.
The sun shone through the curtains and sprinkled on Wendy's delicate eyebrows and eyes.
Her long eyelashes flickered. Wendy Cassia covered her eyes with her hands and gradually woke up.
She woke up when she touched her soft bed with the other hand.
She covered her head and wondered when she had fallen asleep.
Looking around, she only remembered that Louis insisted on giving her a massage last night, and then she forgot everything.
'Was it because he was so skilled that I fell asleep?'
'Oh my God.'