Rain yawned again as she stepped into her apartment, trying to shake off the drowsiness. Clifford was sitting on the sofa, his expression dark, while Sanya was lounging next to him, engrossed in whatever was playing on the television.
"You're finally back," Clifford remarked, his tone laced with concern.
"I already told him that you purposely left your mobile phone since tonight you needed to do undercover work with Brandon," Sanya chimed in without looking away from the screen. "But he was still worried sick, even though we called Brandon and confirmed that you were safe and that Alexander would drop you off."
Rain chuckled, glancing at the wall clock. "Are you two planning to stay up late again?" she asked, another yawn escaping her.
"Go and sleep already," Sanya replied, waving her off.
"Ah, by the way…" Rain murmured, lazily dropping onto one of the vacant sofas.
"What is it?" Clifford asked, his voice sharp with concern.
