Bab 357: Dinner Invitation (2)

As soon as Gael stepped inside the apartment, Trigger approached him, bowing slightly as a sign of greeting. "Where is she?" he asked.

"She fell asleep on the couch, Sir."

Gael gazed over the back of the couch before he dismissed Trigger and reminded him to come back at the same time in the morning. After the guard left, Gael walked over to the couch while removing his coat and folding it over the back of the armchair. 

Angela laid on her side, her hand loose around a white notebook—which he assumed to be the diary that Oliver sent. He carefully peeled it off her grip, placed it on the table, and then scooped her up from the couch and into his arms. She softly whimpered against his neck, her hands limp on her chest as he carried her to the bedroom. 

He noticed that Angela didn't like sleeping in the bedroom when he wasn't around, and she'd wait on the couch until she fell asleep while waiting for him.