"Click", the light was turned off, plunging the room into deep darkness. The moonlight spilled in through the window, soft and silent.
Gently closing the door, Charlotte turned around, only to see a magnified face suddenly appear in front of her. She jumped back in fright, her back pressing against the cold door.
Recognizing the person behind her, she let out a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and glared at him: "Jordan, are you going to wander around at this hour instead of sleeping?"
"Aren’t you doing the same?" Jordan retorted with a rebellious smirk, bringing the water cup in his hand to his lips, before adding, "I woke up thirsty, just getting a drink."
"But you..." Jordan’s voice trailed off, his eyes suddenly narrowing into a sharp gaze, "Sis, you look so spooked. You didn’t do something guilty and are now afraid of ghosts knocking, did you?"
"You’re scarier than any ghost." Charlotte rolled her eyes, her gaze inadvertently landing on the lit bathroom. Her heart skipped a beat.
If Jordan found out that Justin was inside and was spending the night...
This brat might just turn the house upside down!
With a twitch of her lips, Charlotte nervously touched her nose. As she met Jordan’s probing gaze, her eyes shifted slightly: "Aren’t you going to bed yet? Or do you plan on standing here till the end of time?"
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Charlotte felt goosebumps rise on her back at the thought and didn’t dare to think further. So, she pushed Jordan back to the guest room across, peeking at the bathroom door all the while.
"Hey...hey, sis, why are you pushing me? I haven’t even finished my water yet, hey, sis..."
Charlotte revealed a friendly smile, reaching for the door handle while saying, "Drink it in your room. Just find a place to put the cup when you’re done."
After a moment’s thought, Charlotte put on a smile she thought was approachable: "Goodnight, little brother."
With a bang, before Jordan could respond, Charlotte had closed the door.
He stood there, flabbergasted, touching his nose in confusion.
Jordan was only wearing a sports tee as his pajamas. He put down his cup, the image of Charlotte’s "friendly" smile popping up in his mind.
He rubbed the goosebumps on his bare arm, feeling a chill on his back.
Though Charlotte had smiled earlier, Jordan knew her well. She was basically one step away from writing "I’ll punch you if you say another word" across her face.
Jordan, wild and unruly as he might seem, even Mr. Thompson had given up on him. Only Henry, as the eldest brother, could rein him in.
But what the outside world didn’t know was, ever since Mr. Thompson’s granddaughter returned, there was yet another person who could put Jordan in his place - Charlotte.
Jordan looked indescribably complicated. After spacing out for a bit, he muttered a few words, picked up his water cup again to gulp it down, and then went back to bed.
It was already late at night. Charlotte went to check on Cyrus and Hank’s rooms, seeing Hank’s drooling mouth by the moonlight. She quietly chuckled, shook her head, and then took a tissue from the nightstand to wipe away his drool.
When she stepped out of the room, Justin had finished his nightly routine. Charlotte tiptoed towards him.
After meeting the man’s gaze, she whispered: "You should go to sleep now."