Andrius smiled upon opening the door, “Did Aunt Wilson chase you out of the room again?”

“Yeah, my mom snores every night, and I’m not used to sleeping with her either.” Mary made an excuse and walked into Andrius’ room with her pillow.

Andrius’ laptop was still turned on. He seemed to be working.

‘He must be tired, planning the trip during the day and working for the company at night.’ Mary felt sorry for her man.

She entered the room and looked around. The room was so clean and tidy as if