The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 1154

Anna's apartment mirrored her personality—minimalist, even leaning towards masculine in its decor. The color scheme was a simple mix of black, white, and gray, evoking an indescribable feeling in Soren as he surveyed the room.

Peeking out from the kitchen, Anna called out to Soren, "I don't have much at home. How about I whip up some hangover soup for you?"

Without hesitation, Soren nodded in agreement.

As Anna busied herself in the kitchen, Soren sat on the couch, silently watching her. He was itching to ask about her relationship with Arnold but couldn't bring himself to do it. What if her answer wasn't what he hoped for?

While he was lost in thought, Anna's phone on the coffee table lit up with a message, clearly visible on the screen:

"Mom's asking you over for dinner. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. You must be tired; rest well tonight."

The message made Soren's heart sink. He looked down, his thoughts drifting farther away.

When Anna came out with the hangover soup, she found Soren looking utterly lost. "Soren? Soren? Soren?" she called out, receiving no response until she raised her voice. "Soren!"

"What's up?" He finally snapped back to reality, looking at Anna bewilderedly.

"You were miles away. Here, the hangover soup is ready. Drink up," she said, noticing his hesitation.

Soren suddenly didn't feel like drinking it, fearing it meant he would have to leave soon, and he didn't want that.

"Don't like the taste?" Anna asked, seeing him motionless.

Shaking his head, Soren replied, "Still feeling a bit dizzy."

"Then drink up; it'll help," she insisted, prompting him to down the soup.

After finishing it, he did feel more relaxed, but the thought of leaving soon made him uncomfortable again.

Anna then rummaged through her room and came out with a blanket, apologetically saying, "I'm sorry, but the guest room's a mess. You'll have to crash on the couch tonight."

Soren was taken aback, never expecting to stay over. For a moment, he was speechless.

Anna mistook his silence for displeasure, considering it was not hospitable to make a guest sleep on the couch. She quickly added, "Of course, you're welcome to sleep in my room if you're uncomfortable on the couch."

"What on earth are you two doing?" Anna's smile wasn't quite a smile.

These two looked like they were archenemies. What was all this about?

"Anna, who's this? How come you've never mentioned him?" Arnold casually slipped into his slippers and made his way over to Anna.

Anna didn't seem to mind his approach, seemingly quite accustomed to it.

She handed him the mug she was holding and took the opportunity to explain her relationship with Soren, "He's my team captain. He had a bit too much to drink last night and ended up crashing here."

"Oh? The team captain, you say?" Arnold's gaze shifted to Soren, laced with insinuation, "The captain ended up staying over? Don't you know it's not quite proper for men and women to mix like that?"

At his words, Anna frowned and looked at Arnold, "Arnold, did you get into a fight this morning or something? Why are you so heated?"

"It's nothing." Arnold shook his head, pulling his gaze away from Soren, "I tried calling you, but you didn't answer. I was wondering what you were up to, only to have a man answer the door. Scared me half to death."

"Don't start making things up! He's my direct superior."