She suddenly felt sad. No wonder Randy was worried that she wasn't used to living here alone. She would have a terrible life if Alexander didn't take care of her over the past month.
She looked into the closet again and took out a dress at random. It was her size indeed.
Alexander was really nice to her and knew her well.
But she seemed to know too little about him.
Heather got up and went to the bathroom.
After she came out, she found Alexander still in the bedroom.
She was surprised. "Why are you still here?"
"... This is my room," he whispered.
"Then shall I go to the guest room?" she asked.
"There are no beds in the guest room," he continued.
"... How can it be called a guest room since there aren't beds?" she was instantly speechless and asked, "You don't want me to sleep on a couch, do you?"
"The couch is broken, so you can't sleep on it," he continued.
"Alexander Christopher!" she yelled in anger.