Wayne Bailey remained silent.
Anna Jadwin's head was hurting too much to think anymore, and she sat restlessly against his chest.
At her request, Wayne Bailey allowed her to take a sleeping pill.
She was too tired, having not slept well in the last few days, her mental state was very poor.
However, Anna Jadwin had only slept a few hours when she woke up in the evening. Touching her throbbing head, she didn't see Wayne Bailey and couldn't find him anywhere.
...
At the end of the corridor, the stained-glass window shimmered with its retro grandeur.
Anna Jadwin hadn't approached yet when she saw Wayne Bailey's tall figure standing there, with a petite shadow in front of him.
"I heard from my brother that you sent someone to his room, looking for some kind of notebook..."
Michelle Harrington blocked his way, "I know the whereabouts of that notebook. Can't you just talk to me a little longer?"
