Rainie pov
I lay on the bed, exhausted after taking a shower. It felt comfortable without Alexander's presence, and I quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The few days of freedom, although I was stuck in the apartment due to illness, weren't too lonely thanks to Rascal's companionship. While the little guy had stopped tearing up pillows or making a mess with tissues, he had developed a peculiar habit.
Every morning when I opened the door, I'd find a pile of random items at the doorstep—throw pillows, a coffee mug, an apple—anything Rascal could find and carry would be waiting right outside my bedroom door.
I couldn't correct this behavior within a week, and it was both amusing and concerning. Alexander was a person who valued cleanliness and order. What if he really decided to send this lit
