The fun had had its run. Hearing no more sounds from outside the door, Charlotte Thompson peeked through the peephole again.
Jordan Thompson was scratching his ears and rubbing his cheeks, his anxious demeanor was just too funny.
Charlotte deliberately waited a bit longer before opening the door.
As soon as she opened the door, she found Jordan lying in an extraordinarily sleazy posture at the door.
He looked both hilarious and pitiable.
At the sound of the door opening, Jordan turned his head like a stray cat upon hearing its owner, his eyes full of hope.
"Sis, I knew you wouldn’t leave me behind." Jordan pouted his lip, his pitiable look was just too much!
Charlotte couldn’t help but shiver, letting out a hiss.
"Alright, alright, stop it. People might think I’ve kicked you out, come in now."
Charlotte said, making some room for him.
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In an instant, Charlotte understood what he was implying and let out a sigh of helplessness: "I’ve moved your precious stuff to the next room. I booked it for you."
This little brother of hers was really a handful.
"Alright, thanks sis." Jordan exaggeratedly tried to bear hug Charlotte.
Charlotte sidestepped swiftly, avoiding the awful hug and knitting her eyebrows.
"Go take a shower, the smell on you is about to knock me out." Charlotte handed him a bottle of water, feigning disgust.
"Certainly, the clubs back home are way more fun. I’m so hyped, felt like I was about to fly. Sis, you have no clue about the times I had today..."
Reading Charlotte’s expressionless face, Jordan finally shut his mouth, lowered his head, and quickly admitted his wrong: "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left those little ones in the hotel."
Jordan quickly got closer to Charlotte, shaking her arm, wagging his body like a little puppy.
"You know how quirky they are. You brought them to Druarus and didn’t even look after them properly. If I wasn’t at the company today, we would have been in serious trouble."
Listening to Charlotte’s words, Jordan obediently nodded his head, looking as if he had seriously taken the rebuke to heart.
In the midst of all this, he conveniently handed his lecturing sis some sweet, delicious juice.
"Alright, stop hovering around. Weren’t you saying after coming back home you’re planning on forming a band? How’s that coming along?"
Charlotte took the juice Jordan offered, casually throwing the question his way.
"Yes! Sis, let me tell you, I’ve got it all planned out. When the time comes and I manage to set it up, you just wait and watch how my band rocks Druarus, setting the whole east ablaze."
Spewing these words, Jordan was waving his arms in excitement, almost knocking over Charlotte’s lamp on the table.
"Be careful! I bought this, not some standard hotel equipment. If you break it, you’re footing the bill." Charlotte promptly protected her lamp, reprimanding Jordan irritatedly.
Jordan immediately ducked. "Alright, I’m sorry."
However, while his face showed apology, he muttered under his breath: ’Paying isn’t an issue; it’s not like I’m broke.’
Suddenly feeling Charlotte’s gaze, he instantly wilted.
Charlotte carelessly waved her hand about, suddenly thinking of something.
"You secretly brought the kids over to Druarus, no one back home knows, not even your Uncle and Aunt about your plan of forming a band, right?"
"Let me tell you, I can only help you hide this for a while, what happens after that is up to your own luck," Charlotte raised her eyebrows, "But remember, don’t drag me into this mess."