Dalia winked at her, "That's right. I changed my shift on purpose, and come here alone."
"Can you clean it all by yourself?" Elizabeth looked at her with a puzzled expression.
Dalia smiled and poked her arm, "Aren't you here too?"
"..." Elizabeth was speechless.
Dalia was not long-winded. She picked up a cloth and rushed to the master bedroom, and then began working.
Elizabeth had no choice but to clean up with her.
"Elizabeth, what kind of person is Mr. Marquez? I think he looks very serious. Is he like that in private?" Dalia wiped the table and asked.
"Yes." Elizabeth casually replied, but her image of him on the bed surfaced in her mind.
Realizing that she had gone too far, she immediately shook her head and scolded herself for being crazy. How could she think so much about it?
