Yvette opened her eyes.
She could only see black, white, and gray. It was an unfamiliar room.
She frowned and was just about to get up when she heard the door open.
"You're awake?" Charlie quickly walked over and helped Yvette sit up.
"How would I be here?" Yvette touched her forehead and asked in a hoarse voice.
"You fainted. The doctor said that you were too tired and asked you to go home and rest more. I didn't know where your house was, so I brought you to my house."
Yvette pursed her lips and was still digesting the fact that she had woken up in another man's house.
Charlie said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Yvette. I knew it was inappropriate, so I called Ellen, but she didn't answer."
Charlie was the one who said this, but only Yvette felt embarrassed.
If not for Charlie, no one would care if she slept on the ground.
"It's fine. Thank you, Charlie," she said softly.