Chapter 394 So That's The Missus

• Adela stepped into the lounge with her plate of sliced oranges. She didn’t want to eat in bed, so she headed over to the window seat and placed the plate on the ledge.
• She glanced around for a lap tray or something to lean on but didn’t spot one. Her eyes fell on the pillows—just one. She didn’t dare take the one Layson actually slept on, so she opened the cabinet to find something else. A folded throw blanket caught her eye. Perfect.
• She grabbed it, folded it neatly, and set it behind her as a backrest. Then she remembered—no trash bin. She sighed, got up again, found the bin tucked under the bedside table, and brought it over.