All five sets werepleted.


    Stanley quickly grabbed the papers and scanned through them. Wendy''s neat, delicate handwriting filled the pages, and every answer was correct.


    How was this possible?


    Stanley was stunned. She had finished five full exams in an hour, and each one was a perfect score.


    How did she do it?


    Stanley looked suspiciously at the sleeping Wendy, then called out, "Zayn."


    The office door opened, and Zayn walked in. “Mr. Hawk, what can I do for you?"


    "Zayn, I can''t believe you pulled something like this right under my nose!"


    Zayn looked confused. "Mr. Hawk, what did I do?"


    Stanley mmed the papers down onto the desk. "You secretly let Wendy copy the answers!"


    Zayn froze. "What? No, Mr. Hawk! I did no such thing!"


    Stanley wasn''t interested in hearing Zayn''s exnation. To him, an exnation was just an excuse. There was no way Wendy could have finished five perfect exams in one hour, unless Zayn had given her the answers.


    "You won''t get paid this month. Don''t let it happen again. Get out!"


    Zayn hung his head, feelingpletely wronged, and walked out.


    Stanley had originally nned to wake Wendy up and lecture her properly, but seeing her sleeping so peacefully and with the time alreadyte, he decided against it. Instead, he gently lifted Wendy in his arms and carried her to his lounge.


    He had been sleeping in the lounge these past few days, and now heid Wendy on his bed.


    He tried to leave, but Wendy suddenly reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down onto the bed with her.


    After several days apart, they were sleeping in the same bed again.


    Wendy''s soft, warm body nestled against his chest as her little hands gripped his neck. She found afortable spot in his embrace and drifted back to sleep.


    Stanley stiffened, not used to having her so close again after a few days apart. She was still the same-clingy.


    She was holding onto him so tightly.


    Stanley tried to pull her hands off him. "Wendy, let go. We can''t sleep together."


    Jessica didn''t allow him to share a bed with Wendy.


    Wendy didn''t respond at all.


    Stanley couldn''t pull her hand away. His handsome features showed a hint of helplessness and frustration.


    Soon, drowsiness began to overtake him. He gently ced his hand on Wendy''s delicate shoulder, pulled her closer, and closed his eyes.


    At that moment, his phone, which had been resting on the Bedside table, lit up. It was a call from Jessica.


    Jessica was calling him.


    But since Stanley had already set the phone to silent earlier the call kept ringing without an answer.


    The next morning, Stanley slowly opened his eyes, stirring awake.


    Wendy''s soft body was still in his arms. She hadn''t woken up yet.


    Stanley nced at the time-it was almost 8:00 AM. He couldn''t believe howte he had slept.


    Usually, he was up by 6:00 AM, but when he slept next to Wendy, the quality of sleep was so good that he tended to sleep in.


    He carefully tried to move his arm, wanting to get up.


    As soon as he made a move, Wendy clung to him, refusing to let him get out of bed.


    Stanley looked down at her soft, pale face. "Wendy, I need to get up and work."


    Wendy buried her face in his chest, wriggling a little in displeasure, and let out a small,ining sound. Hmm!"


    Her girlish pout was like a soft "no", and it sounded so sweet.


    Stanley rolled his throat andy back down on the bed, almost absentmindedly.


    He hadn''t known she could act so


    coy.


    Her acting like this made his muscles tense up in response.