The next day, morning sunlight streamed in, filling the room with tranquility.
Enna Clark rubbed her eyes and was the first to wake up.
It was rare for her to be awake while the person beside her was still asleep. With closed eyes, the sunlight shone through the window panes, as if casting a metallic glow on his chiseled features, dazzlingly bright.
Enna couldn't help but bow her head and lightly touch his fan-like eyelashes.
"Hmm." The man in his sleep immediately let out a low grunt of displeasure. Although he didn't wake up, his furrowed brow signaled his annoyance at being disturbed.
Enna was afraid of waking him and dared not move any further.
Only when the frown on the person beside her relaxed did she breathe a sigh of relief and lightly got out of bed with her phone in hand.
There were three missed calls and a text message on her phone.
All the missed calls were from the same person—Little Uncle!
Why would Little Uncle call her?