Amelie stood up from the sofa and walked towards the study room. Standing at the door, she knocked on it lightly, and a low male voice came out from inside, "Come in."
Amelie pushed open the door, and saw that the man's slender figure was still sitting under the soft yellow crystal lamp. His hand was still signing, and Amelie's heart instantly tightened.
"Mr. Leveson, are you still busy?" Amelie asked in concern.
"Hm! I still need a while; you should go to bed first!" Chaim raised his head and looked over. Under the light and shadows, his brows clearly revealed a trace of weariness.
Amelie blinked his eyes, and advised: "Then you should rest early."
Chaim smiled, "Alright! "Go on!"
Amelie pushed the door open, but she did not go upstairs to her room. Instead, she brought him a cup of
