To successfully persuade Callix Linton to go back to his room and sleep, Michael Linton directly brought up Easton Holmes. As expected, the old Mr. Linton, who cared deeply for his grandson, didn’t act stubborn like he did earlier and cooperatively stood up and returned to his room.
"We’ll talk tomorrow, let’s rest now."
As he was leaving, the old Mr. Linton didn’t forget to say this.
Even though Michael Linton noticed that Easton Holmes was hiding something, after Callix Linton left, he didn’t press Easton with questions.
"Let’s get some rest too."
The time was really too late, and there was no need to rush to figure things out right now.
Michael Linton was the first to stand up, and as he did, he intentionally patted Easton Holmes on the shoulder, "If there’s anything, let’s talk tomorrow, go to sleep first."
With that, he didn’t wait for the others to stand up. He left the living room and returned to his room first.
After Callix and Michael Linton both left, the living room suddenly became quiet, but Easton Holmes’s mind didn’t calm down.
The two downstairs had quieted down for now, but the one upstairs, well, it was hard to say.
Taking a deep breath, he got up, left the living room, and went upstairs.
The events today were not only sudden for Lily Turner but also particularly significant. Usually at this time, she’d have already been asleep, but now she was wide awake, with not a bit of sleepiness.
Her mind was full of the happenings from tonight, replaying over and over like continuous movie clips, one frame closely following another.
Squeak!
Hearing the door open, Lily Turner slowly turned her head to look towards the door. Seeing Easton Holmes enter, she suddenly sat up from the bed, "Why are you up here so soon? Did Grandpa and Uncle go to sleep?"
She thought they would hold him and ask questions for a long time, but unexpectedly, it was over so quickly.
"Why aren’t you sleeping yet?"
Easton Holmes directly ignored Lily Turner’s question. He walked over to her on the bed and sat down beside her, tugging at her clothes, "Are you planning to sleep in your clothes?"
Whatever clothes she wore when she went out, she’s still wearing them now; she hasn’t even changed into pajamas after being up here so long.
What was she trying to do? Wasn’t she planning on sleeping, so what now?
Since coming upstairs and returning to the room, Lily hadn’t done anything. Lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, she thought about those things, completely forgetting to change clothes.
If Easton hadn’t reminded her, she might really have lain there in her clothes until dawn.
"Let’s sleep in separate rooms tonight, guest room! Bedroom! You pick one!" Lily Turner didn’t pay attention to what Easton was saying to her; instead, she began discussing the issue of sleeping separately. She definitely couldn’t sleep soundly tonight and didn’t want to disturb him.
He has to get up early for his routine exercises, and she couldn’t waste his rest time.
Easton Holmes didn’t even consider it, immediately responding with four words: "Don’t even think about it."
He understood what she meant, but if she couldn’t sleep, how could he fall asleep?
"What? Just tonight we’ll sleep in separate rooms, and at other times we’ll still be together."
Lily Turner grabbed onto Easton Holmes’s sleeve, looking at him pleadingly, "Can’t you do this for me, please? Hm?"
As she spoke, she kept tugging at his sleeve.
Easton Holmes looked down at the hand tugging at his sleeve, then followed it up to look at her, "No!"
His response was firm, his attitude even firmer.