At 11 p.m...
Travis frowned, slowly opening his eyes and glancing around. He sat up and realized that he had fallen asleep and hadn't had time to take a shower.
"Gosh, the water that Phoebe has prepared must have been cold," he said, glancing at the clock on the wall on the right side of the bed.
Travis got to his feet and was about to walk to the bathroom but his attention was drawn to the figure sleeping on the couch.
"Phoebe, why is she sleeping there?"
Travis rushed over to Phoebe and looked at her with pity for sleeping on her side and holding her stomach and slightly bent legs, it looked uncomfortable. The man immediately approached the maid, then wrapped her arms around his neck as she wanted to carry her.
Phoebe who felt the movement immediately woke up and reflexively pulled her hand from Travis' neck. The woman immediately sat down, looked at the master in surprise, and immediately stood up.
