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Meanwhile, Faye Owen, pressed under Yves King, tensed up. She was extremely nervous, embracing him tightly. She too had heard the sound of the door and the footsteps. Doing something embarrassing with Yves was awkward, but after all, he was her husband, so she could accept it mentally.
But how could she bear if outsiders saw them?
"Who is it?" Yves King intentionally growled softly. At the same time, he gently patted Faye Owen's back, indicating her not to be nervous.
"Yves, Yves King. You, you are not asleep yet?" Wendy Quay's shy voice was very soft and low: "It's, it's me, Wendy."
Actually, Yves King had already recognized Wendy Quay's footsteps earlier, but he purposely asked loudly enough for Faye to hear.
Upon hearing it was Wendy, Faye felt even more embarrassed. If it was a nurse or doctor, although it would be extremely embarrassing and humiliating, they were strangers who didn't know her, and once this incident passed, she probably would never meet them again.
