Jon lifted the quilt gently, and as he stepped barefoot onto the floor, he casually untied the robe, slipped it off, and tossed it onto the floor, walking towards the wardrobe. The movent of opening the door was still gentle...
Titus Zane didn’t know what he was going to do and wanted to speak out but was worried about disturbing, so he could only quietly watch.
Jon grabbed sothing in his hand and walked towards the door, once again tossing the clothes in his hand onto the floor ssily; only then did Titus Zane see clearly, it was hers...
She understood Jon’s thoughts and wanted to stop him, but Jon had already reached the door and quickly opened it.
Nathan Moore was leaning against the door, his expression focused, not expecting the door to open at that mont.
Caught completely off guard, he stumbled and with the door swung into the room.
"Brother-in-law, are you staying up late to have a drink with ?"
In the room, Jon stood over Nathan Moore, a clearly triumphant smirk was evident on his fair face after the prank.
Letting go of the handle, Nathan Moore straightened up, dusted off the non-existent dust on his clothing, and t Jon’s teasing gaze with a slightly cold handso face, showing no embarrassnt of being caught eavesdropping.
The two n stood before the door, similarly tall and imposing. It was then that Nathan Moore noticed Jon bare-chested, wearing only tight briefs that outlined the noble features of his masculinity.
Instinctively, he looked past Jon into the bedroom. On the floor, the woman’s clothes were tossed about ssily - panties, bra, and a robe...
Without even seeing, one could imagine how intense that scene was, no wonder she cried out in alarm.
His dark eyes looked directly at Titus Zane, the gaze as piercing as the expression on his handso face.
Seeing the woman clutching the thin quilt, wrapping herself tightly, during their gaze eting, her eyes were misty with moisture.
Having seen many films and having experiences, Nathan Moore knew what that ant.
His thin lips ford a straight line, his jawline tensely clenched.
"Titus Zane," the words ca from his lips, repressed yet cold, "well done!"
Dropping those words, Nathan Moore turned and walked towards the bedroom door.
The steps he took were heavy, as heavy as his heart that felt like it had plumted to the depths, his silhouette resolute and decisive.
Closing the door, Jon couldn’t help but laugh.
Looking at that man’s face, one could tell he was quite angered.
Still stooping to eavesdropping like a woman, truly not a manly behavior.
"Jon, that was too much!" Just having walked back towards the bed, Titus Zane sat up, lifting the quilt.
"Aren’t you quite cooperative?"
Jon arched his eyebrows, unable to hide his pleasure, bent down to pick up the robe tossed on the floor, and put it on in front of Titus Zane, without any awkwardness.
"Pssh!" Titus Zane scoffed disdainfully, "I was just avoiding a wardrobe malfunction!"
"Oh?" Jon arched his eyebrows again, a smirk gleaming in his eyes, looking at Titus Zane, he retorted, "Are you not worried about that in front of ?"
Titus Zane...
Felt like she had dug a hole and then jumped right into it.
"No more talking, pick up the clothes and put them back where they belong."
After saying that, Titus Zane pulled the quilt over her and lay down again.
Jon sat beside her on the bed, his expression serious.
"Is it what he said to you, your mother has noticed?"
Titus Zane nodded, "Yes," eting Jon’s thoughtful turquoise eyes, she asked confusedly, "Do you think he’s lying to ?"
Jon shook his head, his turquoise eyes slightly squinting, appearing slightly perplexed.
"No, this man seems to really care about you!"
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