Chapter 162 The Most Embarrassing Thing In History

• Joyce awoke in the arms of Wilson, finding her sleep to be remarkably peaceful this time. She had not dreamt anything and had slept until the sun had risen.
• Upon opening her eyes, Joyce was met with the sight of Wilson's large face in front of her. He was still peacefully asleep, his expression slightly childlike, giving him an innocent and clean appearance.
• Wilson's eyes remained closed at that moment, his long and dense eyelashes faintly shimmering in the sunlight. His fair face seemed to be bathed in a golden glow, appearing almost ethereal.