Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 1236

Blake walked in holding a cup. Seeing him, Rosalie quickly lay back down.

"What's wrong? Were you trying to get something? Don't move, just tell me what you need and I'll get it for you. "Blake spoke gently, probably because Rosalie didn't look well.

"No, I was just.." Rosalie started, feeling a bit awkward, and didn't finish.

"Here, drink this." Blake wrapped a small towel around the cup and handed it to her. "It's hot, so sip it slowly." Rosalie nodded, took the glass, and thanked him.

"You don't have to be formal,' Blake said as he tousled her hair, then realized it might have been too close for comfort when she stiffened. 'You should rest now."

Rosalie looked at him and said, "Aren't your friends asking you to play games? You don't have to stick around because of me."

"Why would I go? You're not feeling well, so I'll stay here."

"But being here doesn't mean you can't play with your friends,' Rosalie laughed. "You can play here next to me."

Blake frowned. "No, it'd be too noisy if I played here."

Rosalie was surprised he remembered last night's noise. 'I can't sleep now anyway."

Blake checked the time. She was right. It was 10:35 am, so there was no way she could fall asleep.

"Alright then. Blake sat at his computer and glanced back at Rosalie. Seeing her sip the tea made him feel unexpectedly warm inside.

[I thought you weren't joining the game. Why are you online?]

[Oh, you want to play now?]

Blake put on his headphones, and his friends noticed he seemed happy, so they teased, "Who's the tea for?"

"I'll log off if you keep asking." Blake warned, his irritation showing.

The friend quickly apologized. "Okay, okay, I'll stop."

"Good."

Blake tried to focus on the game but kept checking on Rosalie, not as absorbed in the game as usual

"Why aren't you moving? Focus on the game," his teammates said.

Rosalie, not a gamer herself, knew distraction could lead to mistakes. Sure enough, their team lost the lead because Blake was distracted.

But his teammates didn't dare complain, only saying, "We can't keep playing like this."

"Then don't." Blake was ready to quit when Rosalie stopped him.

"It's okay. Just play your game,' she said.

Blake's microphone was still on, so everyone heard Rosalie

"Who's that? If it's your girlfriend, we don't mind losing."

The game was just that, a game. Helping Blake make his girlfriend happy was more important to them.