The following morning, Arda woke up feeling better. She found herself alone in bed and immediately wondered where Gillow was.
Slipping out from under the covers, she spotted him seated at the desk, typing intently on the computer. He wore a casual outfit, his long hair cascading over his shoulders.
Her eyes fell on her project materials spread out before him. Judging by the sheer volume of work he had already done, he must have been at it for a while.
She stood there, stunned.
Gillow paused, his fingers stilling on the keyboard as he turned to her with a sly smile.
“Second and third chapters—done, sleepyhead,” he said, the corners of his lips tugging upward.
Her jaw dropped.
“I know you said you’re old, but how did you know what to write?”
He leaned back in the chair, his smirk dee
