"Alright, we spend so much time talking here. Paul might frown at us for letting his well-prepared lunch get cold if we don't go downstairs now," Sawyer breaks the silence. "Hurry, go change..."
"Can I use your bathroom?"
He nods with a smile. "Sure. I left some toiletries inside for you to use."
"Ah, I think I better go upstairs, take a bath, and change—"
"Oh, come on, now, my love. I think you can return to your house after lunch. It's a delicious lunch you wouldn't want to miss. Agree?"
When she sees how firm he is now, Abigail quickly understands and says nothing. She rushes to his bathroom to clean herself.
***
Abigail felt worried and tense as she walked outside his bedroom, heading to the dining room. Although she had often met several staff members who worked at Sawyer's residence, she still felt nervous.
Noticing her anxiety, Sawyer held Abigail's hand and glanced at her with a reassuring smile.
Wishing everyone a wonderful thanksgiving ^__^