Without much thinking, Logan immediately lifted Lola in his arms and went up to the second floor.
A room was prepared for them, and it was decorated with pink blankets and pink curtains that signified the joyful occasion.
He placed her onto the bed, and she rolled over, asking him in a weak voice, “I’m sorry. Did I give you trouble?”
Caressing her face, he assured her, “No, you didn’t. Have a good rest. Wake up later and have lunch.”
Feeling extremely dizzy, she felt even more tired because Logan woke up early this morning and interrupted her sleep by making noises. Compounded with the alcohol that rushed to her head, she lay down on the bed and could barely even keep her eyes open. She grunted in a trance, and her mind stopped working.
Logan tucked her in. When he saw her innocent face under the blanket, his heart melted into a puddle.