Chapter 267 Like a Young Girl
Sleeping in the same room despite being divorced didn't repel him in the slightest.
"No need, you take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch," Ava Anderson replied calmly, pulling her hand back. "I'm going to take a shower. You get some rest."
With that, Ava Anderson left the room without waiting for a response.
Alexander Mitchell let his empty hand fall and sighed, staring at her retreating figure.
After she left, he lifted his hand to his chest, covering his heart that felt rather uncomfortable.
...
When Ava Anderson had packed her belongings to leave, she hadn't taken everything; many of her things were still there, making an overnight stay quite convenient.
After showering and changing clothes next door, she walked back into the room and noticed that the couch was already made up with blankets.
Ava turned her head, puzzled. "Did the staff do this?"
"Yes," Alexander Mitchell, who lay in bed, turned to look at her and nodded gently.
He was the one who had made up the couch for her, not the staff.
But he knew that these small gestures, even if he told her, wouldn't change the current situation between them.
Ava Anderson gave a noncommittal grunt, neither questioning nor doubting.
She settled onto the couch, letting her dark hair fall loose, cascading down and releasing the sweet fragrance of gardenias.
Lying on the couch, she called out, "Are you going to sleep? I'll turn the lights off."
Alexander Mitchell responded with a muffled acknowledgment, "Sure, you turn them off."
Ava clapped her hands, and the sensor lights dimmed as she reclined on the sofa.
The room was pitch black. Originally, Alexander was sprawled on the bed, but after the lights were out, he shifted his position, turning to his side to face Ava.
Ava heard the rustle from the sofa and frowned slightly, "Did you just move?"
"I just rolled to my side. It's more comfortable and avoids putting pressure on my back injury," he explained sheepishly.
"That's fine, as long as you're comfortable on your side, just don't lie on your back," she instructed.
"Okay." A smile Alexander knew she couldn't see lifted the corners of his mouth—a tender and deep smile.
Suddenly, Ava rose from the couch, slipped on some slippers, walked a few steps, grabbed a nightlight, and placed it on the table beside the sofa. She turned the nightlight on.
The room brightened with a soft glow that wouldn't disturb sleep, allowing her to see the man on the bed.
"What's up?" Alexander queried.
"With the nightlight on, I can see you," she explained.
Otherwise, it was too dark in the room for her to see anything.
She needed to keep an eye on Alexander at all times.
Alexander felt the sensation of being "watched" by Ava.
He was rather pleased about it, childishly cupping his palms together and resting his cheek on them, his eyes smiling as he gazed at her.
The thought of her watching over him was a subtle, happy sensation.
"You really do care for your little sister," he suddenly said.
At Alexander's words, Ava paused briefly before letting out a resigned chuckle, "Alright, 'big brother,' you should get some sleep."
"Okay." Alexander closed his eyes.
Ava lay on her side on the couch, staring at him intently, her gaze filled with indescribable tenderness and sadness.
In truth, she couldn’t sleep. She found it slightly ridiculous—despite having many servants to take care of him, she chose to stay in his room and watch over him all night, worried he'd be restless in his sleep.
Even a mother wouldn't go this far.
