[Yuna Burgert's perspective.]
After finishing the dessert, I struggled to get up, making sure I really could not eat another bite.
The butler and his men packed up everything and left, leaving only Andrew and me in the huge room. I felt my scalp tingle at the thought of sleeping with him at night. Perhaps I could really sleep in the living room. I used my eyes to glance at the sofa in the living room. It looked quite spacious, so I definitely could sleep.
"Let's talk."
I did not know when, but Andrew had already sat in the living room. He put down the computer in his hand and waved at me.
I remembered what had happened at the elevator in the afternoon. I cautiously maintained a distance between us and sat down.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Are you aware of the current situation, Miss Yuna?"
Andrew stared at me with his sharp eyes and used a rare respectful title toward me.
