The night was utterly silent.
Sophie Wexler didn't dare eat too much, since it was already late. After she finished, Tammy obediently cleared away the dishes.
With nothing else to do, a question surfaced in her mind.
Sophie Wexler turned to look at Cillian Forrest and, after a long moment, asked, "Um, where am I sleeping?"
She hadn't toured the house, but overall, it was a bit larger than her old place. After all, she had been poor before, and that apartment had been genuinely small.
Compared to her own home, which was filled with all sorts of little knick-knacks, Cillian Forrest's overall decor was very minimalist. Aside from daily necessities, there were almost no decorative items, giving it a cold and sterile look.
After speaking, Sophie Wexler stared at Cillian Forrest, waiting for his answer.
'This matching was just a stopgap measure. We aren't a real couple, so of course we can't sleep in the same room, right?'
