“Of course not,” Tom Fritz said with a gentle smile, “Go change, the fabric is very comfortable. I sometimes wear it to sleep myself.”
He told a little lie.
The girl slowly reached out to take it, “Thank you.”
She felt a genuine warmth in her heart.
His gesture deeply moved her. Wearing his personal clothing was something she never dared to imagine.
Agnes came out of the bathroom wearing his shirt, masking her complex emotions with an extremely calm expression.
“I’m going to take a shower, you can sleep first.”
Tom Fritz came out of the dressing room with his loungewear, avoiding looking at her to prevent any awkwardness.
He reiterated, “I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight, you sleep in my bed.”
The girl watched his back as he walked towards the bathroom and gently closed the door. Soon, the sound of running water came from inside.
Agnes stood silently in place, her eyes as dark as the misty night.
Tonight, she wore his shirt, exuding a hint of maturity amidst her innocence.
The more time she spent with him, the more she couldn’t stop thinking about him and loving him.
But she had to restrain herself, making this feeling hard to endure-only those who have truly loved would understand.
She reminded herself that if she truly liked someone, she must keep her distance. Getting too close could lead to losing them, especially when unsure of the other person’s feelings, making her feel very passive.
This was supposed to be an agreement; she volunteered to help him. How could she expect too much?
Earlier in the study, asking him for a hug and kissing his lips was already crossing the line.
She couldn’t cling to him or add to his troubles; one Lisa was already enough to bother him.
Standing alone by the bed, kind-hearted Agnes thought about many things… She became very cautious because she loved him.
Until the water stopped running and Tom Fritz came out of the bathroom.
The girl snapped back to reality and looked up at him. Their eyes met once again.
She saw him in white loungewear instead of his suit and shirt. He still looked gentle and neat, emanating a warm aura that made her heart flutter and easily fall for him.
The girl standing not far away was enveloped in the warm yellow light of the room. Wearing an oversized men’s shirt, she looked elegant and beautiful like a lily under the moonlight, exuding a faint fragrance after bathing.
“Why aren’t you in bed yet?” Tom Fritz asked unexpectedly.
The girl’s dark eyes blinked as she pressed her lips together, unsure how to respond.
Little did they know that the words “in bed” instantly made the atmosphere in the room ambiguous…
Agnes’s heart raced erratically. She avoided his gaze and calmly asked, “Do you have another blanket? If you sleep on the sofa… won’t you catch a cold?”
She loved him and couldn’t bear it.
“No more blankets. The blankets are in other rooms outside.”
Tom Fritz replied, knowing it was inconvenient to fetch one without being seen by his grandmother’s spies.
Agnes thought for a moment and then boldly suggested, “How about… you also sleep on the bed? We can each take half?”
The bed was large enough; so was the blanket.
Tom Fritz was slightly stunned and looked at her intently.
“Don’t misunderstand,” Agnes felt particularly anxious and quickly explained, “I don’t mean anything else. I just think if you catch a cold sleeping on the sofa, your grandmother will definitely get suspicious. In the end, you’ll still have to marry Lisa.”
“I won’t get engaged to her, let alone marry her,” Tom Fritz firmly denied any possibility of that woman joining the Fritz family.
This gave Agnes a slight illusion that his dislike for Lisa was evident on his face. Could it be that he allowed her to hug and kiss him because he had some affection and liking for her?