Monica tossed and turned then sat up from the bed.
She rubbed the spot twice, but it still felt a little uncomfortable.
She lifted the blanket and got off the bed, preparing to pour herself a cup of warm water.
The moment she opened the door, she suddenly bumped into Finn, who was still wearing his work clothes. It looked like he had just returned.
She looked at the clock on the wall and it was 2 am.
This guy was coming back home later and later as days went by.
Of course, she did not mind.
Ever since he left her on the street in the heavy rain, her hatred for him only grew stronger. During this period of time, they barely said a word to each other. On second thought, they had only met a few times ever since.
Usually, when she returned home, Finn was not there.
When she woke up, Finn had already left.
Monica walked past Finn with a cold expression.
Finn did not greet her either.
