When she woke up again, it was already mid-morning.
Cecilia Vaughn, half-awake, pulled off the down comforter, and suddenly saw the golden sunlight spreading outside her window.
And on the vanity, an unmistakably bright sunflower-colored sticky note stood out.
—Cecilia, I have some business matters at the company today, so I won't be able to have meals with you. There's warm millet porridge in the thermos for your stomach, and if you don't want to go out for lunch or dinner, Wyatt will bring meals from Splendid Pavilion for you.
Adrian Law's handwriting matched his personality—elegant, effortless strokes; even a simple note had you imagining the charm of the person who wrote it.
Faced with Adrian's thoughtful words, Cecilia couldn't help but laugh silently.
"I'm not a kid… you don't really need to worry about my three meals a day…"
After all, she was already an adult, right?
Besides, if she got hungry, she could always order takeout.
