I acted quickly, signed up, and started practicing. But looking at those English words, I soon felt sleepy and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, I heard the door open. I rubbed my eyes and saw Patrick, "Oh, you're back?"
Patrick looked at me strangely, and I wondered what I had done wrong this time.
"What's wrong?" I finally asked, unable to stand his weird look.
"Vallerie, what happened to your phone? I sent so many messages, and you didn't respond."
I glanced at my phone. There were indeed a few messages, but it was late by then.
"Oh, I fell asleep," I said simply.
"Well, I didn't mean to not pick you up. Samuel suddenly felt unwell, and I had to..."
"It's fine. I'm not a child. I can find my way home."
"Vallerie, please don't be like this. I know you're upset..."
"No, I'm not. I'm quite happy, not angry at all. Maybe I was too tired from the flight and fell asleep," I said as I got up and went to the bedroom.
"Vallerie, say what's on your mind. Don't be like this. I don't buy it." Patrick frowned, clearly unhappy.
"Huh? Oh, you're overthinking. I'm really just tired."
I opened the blanket. "I need to rest. What about you? Are you going to sleep?"