Morgan Byron's originally relaxed brow suddenly furrowed, eventually twisting into a small knot, triggered by some unknown word or gesture that displeased him. He looked down at his little finger, which was being held by Ruo Du, until she let go, sensing his discomfort.From his reaction, Ruo knew she had messed up her act. As she watched him retreat to the guest room, she softly bid him goodnight, "Mr. Byron, have a good rest."The door closed gently, and Ruo collapsed onto the sofa. The stomach pain had vanished, and the aroma of rice still lingered in the living room. Everything felt so surreal, as if nothing had happened, including all the tenderness and care Morgan had shown her just moments ago. Sometimes, Ruo wasn't sure which world was real.The next morning, Ruo woke up on the sofa. She had fallen asleep there without realizing it, and Morgan, who had been so considerate the previous night, had let her sleep there all night. Her legs were numb, and she struggled to stand up
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