"No need, I'll have it delivered." Terrence continued, "You should go to bed too, you can use the room on the left. It has a convenient ensuite."
Viola frowned slightly, "But might takeaway not be hygienic, and lack nutrients?"
"No, it's fine. You're tired and need to rest. I'll have some milk tea brought over for you soon as well."
"Okay!"
Viola immediately headed towards the room.
This must be the master bedroom; it had an attached bathroom and a gentleman's shirt was hanging on the clothes rack.
There was a faint scent of tobacco in the air.
Viola was resting in the master bedroom, meaning Terrence was left with the secondary bedroom.
He hadn't had a good sleep for a few days.
As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep and was dreaming sweetly.
When he woke up, he found his sheets were sticky. He quietly took them off and tiptoed to the living room's bathroom to clean them.
Trying to avoid being found out by Viola, he moved softly and his ears were burning.