Chapter 561

The sudden voice jolted Abigail awake. She shot up, looking toward the source of the sound. Xander, clad in crisp white shirt and black trousers, sat at the single-seater couch by the window, one leg casually crossed over the other, a tablet in his hands—probably reading some documents. For a moment, her mind drew a blank. Then she realized she had woken up in Xander's bed. She quickly pulled back the covers to check herself and let out a sigh of relief upon seeing she was still properly dressed. Thankfully, she had always been a decent sleeper, and never had the nasty habit of undressing unconsciously in her sleep. She jumped out of the bed, tongue-tied in her surprise. "M-Mr. Zane, wh-when did you wake up? How did I end up in your bed?" "You kept vigil by my bed all night. Thank you," Xander said, looking up at her. His deep and unreadable gaze added to her embarrassment. He did not really answer her question, leaving her clueless about how she ended up in his bed. Abigail stutter