"It's so late, Mrs. Ainsley."

"I can't sleep." She casually started a conversation with him.

"Do you need to be coaxed to sleep?" he whispered.

Lola Hussey moved her hand from poking his fingertip to lightly poking his chest. "No need to coax, I just want to chat with you."

"It's late, Mrs. Ainsley." He reminded her helplessly.

Lola didn't care if it was late. Compared to her previous life of staying up late surfing the web, the night was only beginning. Plus, she just had an exciting battle online, and now she was full of energy.

She insisted on talking to him. "I want to share my inner thoughts with you. Don't be unromantic."

"What kind of inner thoughts... Do you want to know how much money I have, or how many ex-girlfriends I have, or what...?"

When she heard these words, Lola turned over.

Ethan Ainsley chuckled softly, "Why don't you ask now?"

With her back to him, Lola raised her hand and waved, "Ugh, so annoying. I'm sleeping, I'm so tired."