The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House

"Are you sure that's okay?"

Ezra had a reason for asking that question. He had never seen Cherry get a proper rest.

It wasn’t just Cherry. The same went for Ethan.

Ezra glanced at Ethan’s uniform. The knight’s attire was meticulously worn, with not a single part out of place, making him look almost ascetic.

Having seen Ethan walking around in just a shimizu before, Ezra knew how battered his body was, covered in all sorts of scars.

It was obvious that he was making an effort not to show his wounds—probably to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings about being infected by a monster.

"Did you two even sleep?"

Ezra had stayed up all night taking care of the baby, while Cherry and Ethan had stayed up suppressing the riot. He already knew the answer, yet he still asked.

From what he had observed, Cherry and Ethan never rested unless their bodies completely gave out from exhaustion.

Neither of them answered. Cherry tapped her chin with a thoughtful look before replying brightly.

"We slept the day before yesterday."

She was clearly referring to when she had collapsed in Sinclair Townhouse due to a seizure.

The problem was, Ethan hadn’t slept even then.

From what Ezra had heard, Ethan had collapsed once before coming to Westmoor, claiming he had gotten enough sleep at that time.

What kind of person holds off on sleeping like that and then makes up for it all at once?

‘Kids these days.’

That would have been a simple way to dismiss it, but even so, Cherry and Ethan seemed to be pushing themselves too hard.@@novelbin@@

Why was he even worrying about someone else’s health, something he had never cared about before?

"We're here."

Just as Cherry said that, they arrived at the baby supplies section.