Adam Sinclair bent down to pick up the glass on the coffee table. The rose bloomed beautifully in the transparent cup. He elegantly took a couple of sips and then put it down. He loosened his tie and suddenly said, "I'm going to sleep in your room for a while."
Olivia Lewis was just about to tidy up the medicine box on the coffee table when she heard this; her hand trembled, and the medicine box was toppled.
She hurriedly picked things up and refused awkwardly, "My room is very messy, and I haven't cleaned it. Why don't you just sleep on the sofa instead?"
"Your sofa is too short; I can't stretch my legs." Adam's reason was impeccable.
Olivia put away the medicine box, eyeing his long legs and her small sofa and had to admit that her little sofa really couldn't accommodate someone's long legs.
Even so, she didn't dare let him in.
What a joke, August Oliver was still inside.
She couldn't possibly let August and Adam lie on the same bed!
