In the afternoon, Miley went to the studio for a meeting with the management team to finalize the advertising proposal. By the time she left the company, it was already six in the evening.
Just as she was going to grab a meal somewhere, her phone rang. It was Nellie. Staring at the serial number, she ruminated.
"Yes, Grandma."
"Miley, How come you never visit me?"
Miley paused for a while before she made an excuse for herself. "What a coincidence! I'm already on my way to see you."
She bought some sustenance from a supermarket before marching toward her destination.
After knocking on the door a few times, she opened the door and walked inside. "Grandma, you…" The smile on her face simmered immediately, and she frowned. "Dexter, why are you here?"
Then, she realized that the question itself was strange.
"What's wrong? Can't I visit my grandma?" Dexter was peeling an apple amidst the conversation.
The corner of her lips twitched as she regretted her blunt question, which sounded like an aggressive interrogation. Had she known that he was here beforehand, she wouldn't have come right now.
"What are you talking about? I was just wondering why you didn't call me to come along with you." She wrapped up the misunderstanding flawlessly before turning to Nellie with a smile. "Grandma, How are you feeling?"
"I am good. Come here!" Nellie said.
Miley put down the things she brought before sitting next to the bed. She took the bowl from Dexter's hand.
"Grandma, Have some fruits!" She laced a fork on the fruit plate before proffering it to her.
"Have some with me. I can't finish everything myself."
Since it would be tactless to refuse, Miley took a fork and a bite of the fruit thereafter. "It's soft and sweet."
Paying no heed to Dexter who was just right next to them, they blabbered on and on.
The rain started pouring down outside. Miley ran to the balcony and saw the downpour accompanied by some lightning.
"It looks like it's not going to stop anytime soon." Nellie waved. "You guys don't have to hurry back. It's unsafe to drive in this weather anyway. Just stay the night."
Her fears had come true.
Dexter didn't have any objections. "Let's do that."
After Miley ends their conversation with Nellie, she chases after Dexter and grabs his arm. She spoke in a low voice, "Enjoy your stay here. I will call Aunt Tina to pick me up."
Dexter glanced outside and replied, "Do you want to be struck by lightning?"
Miley was stumped before she said, "But do you know what staying back means...."
"Mr and Ms Lombard" A maid interrupted their conversation. She walked over towards them with a blanket in her arms. She said gently, "Please follow me."
She opened the door and explained with a smile, "Although Mr Lombard seldom stays at home, we keep his room clean."
Miley with a stiff expression entered Dexter's bedroom. The room had a Nordic-style design—clean and simple. His huge bed looked comfortable."
"Thank you, Marilyn. I will do the rest." Dexter spoke.
Marilyn nodded and glanced at the two youngsters teasingly before she left.
"Why are you still here? Is Aunt Tina not going to pick you up?" Dexter asked plainly.
Miley frowned deeply. She just blurted put. She doesn't have the guts to disobey Nellie.
Dexter patted Miley's head, teasingly. He said, "I'll shower first "
I'll shower first. It sounded like part of a conversation a new couple would have before experiencing their first intimacy!"
Miley blinked, "What about me?"
"I mean, what about me after you've showered? I didn't bring any clothes." She needed a shower. It had been a long day.
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Miley could not help but lower her head and look at herself. She was wearing Dexter's shirt. But it was so short that it barely covered her legs. A slight movement would expose her underwear.
The man was lying on the bed in his pajapyjamaser shower. He was reading the news. He raised his eyes and replied, "No one would bother to look at you. Your figure is not that sexy anyway."
Miley took a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom. "Where should I sleep?"
"I don't mind if you sleep on the floor," Dexter replied.
"Floor!" Miley gasped. She quickly climbed up the bed and hid under the blanket. She curled herself up in one corner and said, "We should each have half of the bed! Whoever centre centre is a twit!"
Dexter couldn't help but be speechless. 'How can a person change this much?' He grumbled in his mind.
Miley could not sleep. Moreover, Dexter smelled nice. This is weird. We used the same shower cream. Why does his smell exceptionally pleasant? Miley ripped tightly onto the blanket. She could hear her own heart pounding wildly.