Chapter 833

The ash-gray suit was perfectly tailored, accentuating Gordon's tall frame while carrying an air of subtle sophistication. Gordon walked out of the room and saw that Mayra had curled up on the couch in the living room, already asleep. She still held the half-eaten grilled prawn in her hand. A helpless smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his gaze softened with affection. He gently took the food from her hand and carefully lifted her up, carrying her into the room. He tucked her into bed and made sure she was comfortable. As he was about to leave, he felt a soft tug on his finger. "Stay with me, please," she said. She didn't mind if he stayed with her even just for a little while. "Alright. I'll go get some water for you to wash your face." After Gordon finished speaking, Mayra finally released his hand. A little while later, he returned with a basin of warm water and placed it by the bedside. He removed her shoes and set them aside before using a towel to gently wipe