"Of course, I came in through the door," Joseph Thompson smiled as he walked up to her, placing the tray on the bedside table and sitting down beside her, before continuing with a grin, "You didn't think I was a ghost who could pass through walls, did you?"
"But, I clearly locked it," Jaylene was still unable to grasp the situation.
"This is my house," Joseph couldn't help but laugh, and then reached out to pull her into his arms. He said teasingly, "I have a key to my own house, don't I? You're being silly by locking the door. Do you think you can keep me out?"
Jaylene was speechless; she had forgotten about the key.
Joseph had embraced her, but he was sitting behind her. He reached out to get a glass of wine and handed it to her: "Here, this is specially prepared for you."
"I don't drink," Jaylene shook her head, "I'm going to bed now, and drinking is bad for my stomach. What if the alcohol keeps me awake?"
