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I rubbed my chin in thought and said, “I’ll take note of that from now on.”

“Mm, have a good rest.”

Carlos dismissed me.

I raised my eyes to look at him and asked, “You?”

“I still have unfinished work to sort out.”

Afraid of disturbing him, I got up and went up the stairs back to the room, I lay in bed for a long time, but insomnia got the better of me. Even after tossing and turning for hours, I couldn't fall asleep. At 3 am. Carlos entered the room.

When he saw me glance at the ceiling, he spoke dubiously. "Just woke up? Or haven’t you been able to sleep yet?”

I shook my head sadly and said, “I have insomnia.”

Carlos took off his shirt, revealing his taut, muscular chest. He came to where I was and held me to his chest, asking: “Have you had insomnia often?”

“Yes, especially recently.”

Hearing this he got lost in his thoughts for a while, rubbing my head gently and speaking in a warm, frisky tone, he said: “Sleep well, I’m here now.”

As usual, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asle