It was late morning, yet the Salem sun beat down on the terracotta tiles by the pool of the Sterling villa, a heat that seemed to seep into the very bones of the people as well as the building alike.

There was apple juice and mango juice among the items Benjamin brought.

“Why did he bring two separate juices?” Rebecca wondered in her mind. “Was one of those for himself? Does he want to sit next to her and drink?”

Obviously, she couldn’t ask him directly.

“What?” Rebecca’s eyebrow, a perfect, sculpted arch, shot up a fraction.

“I brought food for you since you didn’t go out,” Benjamin said.

“Were you following me?” Rebecca’s voice turned a bit cold. “And who would drink fruit juice early in the morning.”

“It’s eleven o’clock now,” Benjamin said.

“Huh?” Rebecca checked her blue-dialed silver watch. What he said was correct.

Rebecca was surprised because she didn’t remember sleeping here for so long. Did the lack of good sleep last night cause her to slip into deep sleep now without her