She blinked, seeming much more spirited, her little head swaying left and right, carefully observing the room's simple gray-themed decor.
It indeed looked like Travis Miller's cool and distant style.
Travis placed her down and reached out to steady her restless head, aligning it properly.
"Settle down."
Abigail Hemsworth looked at him, puzzled.
"Your house... your own place? When did you..."
She didn't continue asking, anyway knowing Travis Miller being formidable wasn't something learned overnight.
It's not surprising to suddenly have his own house.
Hands grabbing the edge of the blanket on her, her eyes looked at Travis Miller a little excitedly.
"Why did you suddenly bring me to your place?"
Travis stood up and took off his suit jacket, the leisurely and natural movements making Abigail Hemsworth blush.
"Taking care of a sick girlfriend, isn't that what I'm supposed to do?"
Abigail deliberately suppressed her raised smile, "But what about my dad..."
