After Easton Holmes left the living room, he didn't immediately go upstairs. Instead, he waited at the corner of the stairs. Only after the two people downstairs left did he turn and head upstairs.
"Have they gone?"
Seeing Easton Holmes push the door open and come in, Lily Turner, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, tilted her head and asked.
"Yeah!"
Easton casually closed the door behind him and walked over to Lily Turner, who was sitting on the sofa. Approaching her, he sat down beside her and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, pulled her into his embrace.
"Didn't I tell you to rest? Aren't you sleepy?"
His face looked much better than it did downstairs earlier—pleasant and full of tenderness.
"I slept too much this afternoon, so I'm not sleepy at all now." Lily Turner turned slightly to face Easton Holmes. "Why did they leave so quickly?"
She had only just come upstairs half an hour ago, thinking it would take them a long time to leave.
