"There's no need... Your Majesty, there are three bedrooms at home..." Ella Thompson didn't know why she felt compelled to mention the number of bedrooms.
Even when they actually slept together before, didn't they?
"Don't worry, I won't sneak up to your bedroom door in the middle of the night."
Alvin Lindsey's words seemed to mock Ella, reminding her of the embarrassing incident at the King's villa. She had crept to his bedroom door in the middle of the night and was caught by him, feigning sleepwalking...
The recall of that embarrassing scene made her small face turn as red as an apple.
"I'm going to take a shower first."
"Thud thud ——"
A flurry of urgent knocks on the door brought her back to reality. She walked to the door, asking, "Who is it?"
"Ella, it's us." It was Norman Linton sounding anxious, "We heard your condition worsened, and we're worried. We had to come check on you."
