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 movement 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 something in his hand and walked towards the door, once again tossing the clothes in his hand onto the floor messily; 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 moment.
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 me?"
