The clock showed 03.00 AM Singapore time, Marsha, who could not sleep yet, remembering what happened to her yesterday, she was still awake until midnight, and it was almost past midnight for her.
Marsha, with her bolster, walked with small steps towards Anderson's room, which was only different from the door to the room in front of her.
Yes, the penthouse they occupy is two different rooms with a King-sized bed in each room.
Knock!
Knock!
The knock on the door could be heard clearly in Anderson's ear, who was just barely asleep.
Anderson blinked his eyes softly, then opened the door for his daughter.
"Dad ...," Marsha whispered to Anderson.
A faint smile could be seen on Anderson's face.
He was pleased that his daughter finally wanted to talk to him. The last time Daren accompanied her back to the Penthouse, Marsha was reluctant to speak with Anderson.
