Ivana Bennett cleaned up the dishes and tidied the kitchen. She took off her gloves, returned to the dining table, and immediately grabbed her tablet.
However, he was still there.
She pouted, went upstairs to shower and changed into her pajamas. When she looked again, he was still there.
Ivana Bennett crawled into bed, laying her head on the pillow. She tossed and turned dozens of times, but still couldn't fall asleep.
Despite knowing he wouldn't barge into the residential area, she felt as anxious as if her heart were set aflame.
Unable to sleep, she got up and sat at the desk, grabbing a pencil and paper to draw design drafts. But the lines were so haphazard it was impossible to see any beauty in them.
She tossed aside her colored pencil, clutching her hair in frustration, and let out a low growl.
"Ah—"
The door was suddenly pushed open.
