Tom only snapped out of his thoughts when the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. After a while, the girl emerged with her hair dried, wearing his shirt. Hearing her footsteps, Tom turned his gaze and their eyes met once again.
The loose white men’s shirt hung on her, exuding a mix of innocence and subtle sensuality. Agnes still felt like she was dreaming. She had been so consumed by her thoughts and longing for him, and now she was standing in front of him again. She thought she would never see him again in this lifetime.
Tom took a step towards her and spoke gently, “You sleep in the bed tonight, I’ll take the couch. You can sleep peacefully, trust my character.” His words felt familiar to her, causing a bit of awkwardness.
“Do you have an extra blanket?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied. “You go to bed first, don’t worry about me.” He genuinely wanted her to have a good night’s sleep as a sign of his care for her.
Suddenly feeling nervous, Agnes frowned with concern, “Are you going back to the lab?”
“Not tonight. You can sleep soundly; I’ll stay here with you.” Like an older brother, he helped her lift the blanket. “Don’t overthink it, just sleep.”
Agnes felt touched by his words. Under his insistent urging, she climbed into his bed once more. Tom gently covered her with the blanket. He was truly gentlemanly and his actions were tender.
After she lay down, he picked up a book and sat on the sofa by the window. The room was quiet except for the occasional soft sound of turning pages.
As night deepened, it began to rain outside. Following Tom’s instructions, the housekeeper had bought clothes in Agnes’s size and chosen appropriate styles. By the time the housekeeper returned, Agnes was already asleep.
Tom placed the bag with new clothes gently on the table by her bed without disturbing her. Watching her sleep peacefully, he couldn’t help but glance at her a few more times.
The main light in the room had long been turned off, leaving only a dim night light that provided a sense of security for the girl. That night, Tom read an entire book on the sofa under the glow of the night light.
He had no other thoughts on his mind; he just occasionally got up to adjust her blanket to ensure she wouldn’t catch cold.
The next morning, the rain stopped but the city still felt heavy due to recent events nearby. Jeffery arrived early as usual and parked below the apartment building. He called Tom but was quickly hung up on.
Tom then sent Jeffery a message: “She hasn’t woken up yet.”
Jeffery stared at those words on his phone, a slight smile forming on his lips as he instantly understood what Tom meant-he was waiting for Miss Campbell to wake up first.
Has this blockhead finally come around? If only he could express himself more openly both in action and words.
From Jeffery’s perspective, he genuinely wished there could be a suitable woman by Tom’s side. Over the years, Tom had been so outstanding that he remained single. If he had love and marriage, someone to warm his heart, it might even benefit his career because a good relationship could change his outlook on life.
Tom was so exceptional; he deserved to be loved.
Jeffery waited in the car without urging him further; an hour passed by just like that.
Upstairs in the master bedroom, a weary Agnes finally woke up from her slumber. Lying on her side in his bed, she opened her eyes and immediately saw his handsome profile sitting in the chair by the window.
The light streaming in from outside illuminated his tall figure as if casting a soft halo around him.