---- Chapter 143 Wendy looked at Liam, puzzled, and frowned. "What's wrong? " But Liam just kept staring at her. His light-colored eyes, dimly lit by the streetlights, seemed to draw her in like a deep whirlpool. Instinctively , she looked away, feeling the atmosphere shift and grow uncomfortable. Had she said something wrong? Just as she bit her lip and wondered how to ease the tension, a honk suddenly came from the car behind them.

'The car started moving again, and Liam's expression returned to its usual calm. "Sorry if I startled you." His gentle voice eased the awkwardness in her. Wendy shook her head. "It's okay. I should apologize . I was just talking without knowing the full story." "It's not your fault," Liam replied softly, the earlier peaceful mood returning. "I didn't explain things clearly." This wasn't a topic worth continuing. Wendy quickly added, "It's your private matter, and I shouldn't have pried.

Don't be mad." ---- This time, Liam just gave a quiet hum of acknowledgement and said nothing more. Soon, the car pulled into the underground parking garage of the complex. Wendy yawned. They stood side by side in the elevator without much space between them. Seeing how close they were, Wendy shifted a bit to the right. She had always been someone who respected boundaries, and Liam knew this better than anyone. When the elevator doors opened, they stepped out in succession.

Wendy went ahead, opened the door, and even shared the lock code with Liam. "You should add a fingerprint," she said, standing by the door and fiddling with the lock. "Just press your finger here." Liam did as she said, and after the fingerprint registered , he spoke. "So, whenever I come back, I can stay here?" "Are you joking? That's what I should be asking you." Wendy smiled at him. Her smile hit Liam like a bullet straight to the heart. He blinked, then nodded. "Of course." "Good.

Until I save enough to buy a place of my own, this really will be my home." ---- With that, she walked inside. "You never said you would be back, or I would have prepared some slippers for you." "No worries. I'll ask Sean to bring some over." "It's so late." She turned around, puzzled. "Is Sean still working?" "He's on call 24/7," Liam replied as he lowered his head, pulled out his phone, and called Sean. Hearing Sean pick up, Wendy felt a pang of sympathy.

What kind of employee had to be on call 24/7? Even doctors didn't have to do that. Seeing her concerned expression , Liam quickly explained , " We have more than just one butler. There are three of them, working in shifts. It's still an eight-hour workday." "That's better," she said, putting down her things and noticing Liam barefoot. "Why don't you sit on the couch? I'll make a little late-night snack." He didn't refuse and sat down, watching as Wendy got busy in the kitchen behind the island.