"But you need to go back tonight. You couldn't stay here."
"Mr. Sampson was on vacation. Now the flat was empty. Besides, I am injured. No one could take care of me if I went back. Do you really want me to go back," Stuart said, pointing at the bandage on his forehead?
Well...
His words really hit her point. Edie didn't know how to do it at the moment.
At the moment, Stuart looked really weak and poor. She didn't know whether something was wrong with her eyes or Stuart was really good at pretending. No matter how sober she was, Stuart looked quite sincere and lost at the moment.
As if he would really be left in the empty flat alone without anyone to take care of him.
Edie immediately changed her decision.
"All right then. You can sleep on the sofa tonight. We can talk about this tomorrow."
"Okay."
Hearing this answer, Stuart raised the corner of her mouth, showing a slight smile.
Deep in his smile was his craftiness like a fox.