So, she turned her gaze to Leon Grant behind her.
Sickness had left his face pale, and his black hair hung limply, half-covering his eyes.
Vivian Sterling forced a smile. "Leon, you're awake. Are you hungry? I'll make you some noodles."
Leon Grant touched his stomach. He was a little hungry, but he had no appetite. Not wanting to spoil her mood, he nodded, his gaze softening. "Alright."
Seeing Vivian Sterling still standing at the door, it occurred to Leon Grant to ask, "I think I heard knocking just now. Did someone come over?"
"No!" Vivian Sterling hastily denied. "Nobody came. It was probably just the wind. Go sit down and rest. I'll make you something to eat."
Leon Grant nodded hesitantly, then looked at the dust-covered furniture. Thanks to Vivian Sterling's afternoon of hard work, a portion of it had been cleaned enough to be usable.
