After watering the orchids, Tasha entered the penthouse once again. She went straight to the living room, where she laid down on the soft sofa.
She had only watered the plants, but she suddenly felt tired. It was supposed to be an easy task. She didn't even lift anything heavy. She closed her eyes. She wasn't even sleep-deprived, but she felt a strain on her eyelids.
"Sweetie, do you want to sleep? Why don't you go to our room?" Carson's voice reached Tasha, causing her to open her eyes again.
"I'm fine here," she said to her husband. She even smiled at him. Carson sat in the small space beside her. "You'll be more comfortable in our bed than here on the sofa. Come on," he insisted.
In the end, Tasha had no choice but to give in to Carson's request. He supported her until she stood
