In the end, she didn't even know how she returned to her room; all she knew was that she had just laid down, and in her dazed state, someone clung to her once more...
In the dark, she vaguely heard him murmur near her ear, "Becca, one more time..."
The next day.
She didn't even need to mention the soreness in her waist and legs; today, Rebecca Quentin didn't even have the strength to get out of bed.
So, nearing noon, when Howard Geoffrey, showing no sign of having been up all night, stood in front of the mirror wearing a shirt and tying his tie, Rebecca Quentin just snuggled under the covers, revealing only her eyes to watch him.
After getting dressed, Howard Geoffrey sat on the edge of the bed, lightly tapped her charming behind, and indulged her, "Time to get up, I'll take you to lunch."
Rebecca Quentin pitifully clutched the quilt, saying, "I don't want to eat, I want to sleep."
"Alright, if you get hungry, just call room service, I'll tell them to cook what you love."
