On the sofa, Penelope lay there, not truly asleep.

Upon hearing Zoe speak, he immediately got up and turned the living room light back on.

Zoe stood at the stairway, watching as he lifted the blankets. She instinctively averted her gaze when he rose, catching a glimpse of him in a long robe out of the corner of her eye. Only then did her gaze return, her expression somewhat uneasy.

Clad in a cartoonish thin flannel pajama, she seemed much more approachable compared to her usual daytime attire of professional suits or conventional coats. Her current appearance not only softened her demeanor but also exuded a hint of adorable childishness....