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She's My Sleeping Pill

15 years ago, his elder brother was killed right in front of him in the middle of the night – killed by their most trusted driver. Since then, Stefan had a hard time sleeping and often got nightmares. He learned not to trust anyone. Cayenne worked almost all day and all night. She only got three hours of sleep every day. She was the breadwinner of their family since her mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis. She thought she would have a great time working as a receptionist in a hotel. Until… “I’ll pay you an additional $3000 a month. Sleep with me.” Stefan placed a signed check on the table in front of her. Her head was spinning at the large sum of money. She can finally buy her mother’s medication and send her brothers to school without worry. But to sleep with him? “I’m sorry if I come off rude but, I can’t sleep with you sir.” She tried to refuse politely, afraid that she will lose her job if he felt displease towards her. Stefan took off his coat and placed on the backrest of his chair. “Think about my offer carefully. It wasn’t so bad sleeping with you after all.” It was a mistake she made on her part when she fell asleep right beside him on his bed, drunk and dizzy. Will he make the mistake of trusting someone again? Will he entrust his life to her by sleeping soundly beside her? How will they face each other when they started to unveil the mystery of their identities? ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE

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[Bonus chapter] VISITING MONET II

Cayenne was perplexed at the turn of events. She was just telling him what he needed to do and now, Thomas was crying silently in front of them. At the same time, since there were only the three of them inside the private room, they just allowed him to let his tears fall. There was nothing wrong with it. We all needed to cry to feel a little better and men are no exception. 

After some time, he wiped his tears with tissues, took a deep breath, and exhaled soundly. "I think I'm okay now. Jill and Travis came last week and they said almost the same thing as you. I heard them but I wasn't really able to give their words some thought. I was so occupied with Monet's condition." 

"Feeling frustrated, depressed, and preoccupied with so many things; that is natural. We won't take it against you and I am glad that we could be of little help. Anyway, you have to eat first. You look like a ghost to me."