He must not have found his true love yet.
For some reason, as she thought about this, Anna's heart instinctively skipped a beat, and her face inexplicably flushed.
Seeing that he had not reacted yet, Anna couldn't help feeling a bit anxious and lowered her voice to call out, "Jeremy Thompson."
"Hmm?" He finally responded, his voice thick with nasal sounds, clearly still groggy from sleep.
Anna remembered how tired he must have been today, having had a morning meeting, spent the afternoon accompanying her and Xaviar shopping at the mall, and then having dinner when they got back without any rest, and now it was almost midnight.
Taking a shower, he probably didn't have the energy for it—she decided to just give him a quick wipe instead.
"Then I'll help wipe your face, and later you should go to sleep on the bed, sleeping on the sofa can't possibly be comfortable," Anna finished this sentence and turned to enter the bathroom, fetched a basin, and brought out a basin of hot water.
