Elliot Everett and his group from yesterday stayed up too late and didn’t go back home, staying in guest rooms on the first floor instead.
Even though Steven Everett wasn’t in the military anymore, he still kept to the regimented schedule, waking up early to go to the gym on the second floor, where he boxed with a punching bag.
The man was bare-chested, his abdominal muscles tight and strong, sweat slowly sliding down his Adam’s apple.
Just as Claire Keaton was engrossed in watching, her vision was suddenly obscured, and a towel was thrown over her face.
The man gritted his teeth, speaking in her ear.
"Don’t even think about making a move on my second brother!"
Claire Keaton, dissatisfied, pulled the towel off her face, "Who said I was interested in him?"
"Ha," Bianca Everett sneered immediately, "You were practically drooling over my second brother, and you say you weren’t interested!"
His second brother is a serious and upright person; he couldn’t let her ruin him!
Moreover, she had always flirted with him, and now she was thinking about his second brother; such fickleness!
Looking at Bianca Everett’s tense expression, Claire Keaton couldn’t help but chuckle softly, then her eyes tilted mischievously, her breath fragrant as she spoke.
"If I can’t make a move on your second brother, can I make a move on you?"
Bianca Everett didn’t expect her to be so bold, causing his ears to redden once again.
Claire Keaton’s playful smile deepened, and she couldn’t resist touching his flushed ears.
"Why are your ears red again? You really can’t handle teasing!"
"What’s going on, old third?"
Steven Everett noticed them and put on his jacket, striding over to them.
Seeing Steven Everett approaching, Bianca Everett quickly grabbed Claire Keaton’s mischievous hand, hiding it behind him to suppress the heat from his ear roots, trying to maintain his composure.
"Second brother, breakfast is ready; you can go and eat now."
Steven Everett nodded, "Alright, I got it."
Watching Steven Everett walk away, Claire Keaton mischievously waved her hand, speaking lazily, "Not letting go of my hand yet? How long do you want to hold it?"
Sure enough, as soon as those words were spoken, the heat that had just subsided in Bianca’s ear roots suddenly flared up again, his entire ear roots turning red.
He’d been holding onto the hand of this fickle, ever-flirtatious woman all this time without letting go!
Bianca Everett was like he’d touched a hot flame, releasing her hand in a flurry, rushing toward the dining room.
Seeing this, Claire Keaton couldn’t help but burst into laughter, feeling extremely joyful.
This visit to Imperia has been quite interesting indeed!
The servants had already prepared a table full of sumptuous breakfast, and everyone took their seats one after another.
"Hey? How come I don’t see Serena?"
With this remark, Nancy Sutton immediately grabbed everyone’s attention.
Ian Everett: "Right, Serena hasn’t come down yet!"
Gael Quinn took a bite of his sandwich, "Has the sister-in-law not gotten up yet?"
Niall Everett frowned strangely, "That’s odd, Serena usually wakes up on time; why hasn’t she gotten up today?"
"Yeah," Bianca Everett nodded, "Serena never oversleeps!"
Damian Quinn, the Culprit, coughed lightly without speaking.
Claire Keaton didn’t think much, casually waving her hand, "Probably drank too much last night and hasn’t woken up yet; Serena rarely drinks!"
Why does he feel it’s not that simple?
Elliot Everett glanced suspiciously at Damian Quinn sitting at the main seat but, seeing his composed and serious demeanor, withdrew his gaze. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NovelHub(.)net
I must be overthinking it...
Steven Everett instructed a servant to bring a bowl of hangover soup, "I’ll go give Serena some hangover soup!"
"Second brother, let me go instead." Damian Quinn immediately got up, speaking in a deep voice.
Steven Everett initially wanted to refuse but, after a second thought, nodded reluctantly, "Okay, you go then!"
His precious baby sister wasn’t the best morning person; he didn’t want Serena to be upset, so it was better if Damian Quinn went!
Damian Quinn walked upstairs to the third floor carrying a bowl of hangover soup, and then handed it to the maid next to him, speaking leisurely.
"Take it back to the kitchen and dump it."
"Huh?" Upon hearing this, the maid opened her mouth in confusion, "Master Damian, why do you want to dump it? Isn’t this hangover soup for Miss Serena?"
Damian Quinn lazily curled his thin lips, "It’s not needed."
He knew better than anyone; the young woman couldn’t wake up simply because she drank too much last night...