Freddy Nelson realized this possibility, and his heart ached as he lightened his footsteps.
He placed the breakfast tray on the table beside her hand, then took a blanket from the Cabinet and covered her with it.
Victoria Gibson was very cautious.
Perhaps it was related to her status as an orphan, and her lack of a sense of security since childhood. When she was asleep, if a stranger approached or touched her, she would awaken startled.
Freddy Nelson had known her for a long time and was aware of this habit, so he didn't dare to carry her to the Bed for rest.
Seeing her curled up asleep in the chair, he slowly sat down, sitting beside her, greedily watching her peaceful sleeping Face.
"Chad Yakov, stop fighting..." Victoria Gibson seemed to be dreaming about something, suddenly furrowing her brow, muttering.
Freddy Nelson had just reacted when he heard her mumble again.
"It's not worth it... you'll get hurt..." Victoria Gibson was having a nightmare.
