Carl could only stop speaking and obediently walked to the door. Jessica was making the bed for him.
Jessica rarely lived here. There were only two sets of quilts that were washed after she had been here.
She bent down and made the bed with a serious expression, like a good wife and mother.
But Carl felt uncomfortable. He thought that was not Jessica's style.
That was not her.
What should Jessica look like?
In the eyes of the audience, she was a brilliant actress.
In his eyes, she was an arrogant and willful woman.
However, Jessica had changed a lot and that was the reason why he felt uncomfortable.
While Jessica pulled up the quilt, a pillow dropped on the ground.
Just as she bent down to pick it up, Carl stepped forward and said, "I can do it."
Jessica glanced at him and continued to do what she was doing.
After Carl picked up the pillow, he came close to helping her. Seeing that Jessica didn't refuse, he felt relieved.
After they made the bed, Jessica took some disposable towels out and handed one to Carl, "Go wash up and sleep."
Carl took the towel, unmoving.
Jessica looked at him in confusion, "Is there anything else?"
"What about you?" Carl asked.
"I have to read my script. You can go first." After that, she intended to leave, then halfway through she stopped and said, "You can get your toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet."
Jessica went to the living room and sat on the sofa, and began to read the script.
After a while, she was somewhat distracted and involuntarily looked at the bedroom.
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