Her stomach growled. She subconsciously reached for the other side of the bed, only to find it empty.
She slowly opened her eyes. Blinding sunlight streamed in from outside, casting a golden glow across the floor.
There was no sound from the bathroom. Georgia Thorne sat up, clutching her head.
'This is killing me!'
In the living room, Owen Sawyer was giving a report on work matters.
Elliot Sheridan rarely went into the office in the morning, so Owen usually came to him to report on the work's progress.
When Owen Sawyer finished his report, he couldn't help but feel that his boss was in a rather good mood today. At the very least, his expression wasn't as grim as usual.
'Did he finally get over his morning crankiness?'
In truth, the moment Owen Sawyer saw Georgia Thorne emerge from the bedroom, he understood. It wasn't that Elliot had gotten over his crankiness, but that Georgia had put him in a good mood.
