"Connor, drink this cup of orange juice," Emma Osborne carried a cup of orange juice over and offered it to Connor Osborne with a tender smile on her face.
Connor Osborne nodded; he was indeed a bit thirsty. He took the cup of orange juice, brought it to his lips, and slowly drank. Perhaps it was freshly squeezed, as the taste was a bit astringent, probably because the peel hadn't been completely removed.
As soon as he finished the cup, Emma Osborne had already reached out to take the cup back, asking considerately, "Do you want another cup?"
Connor Osborne shook his head, stood up, and walked toward the bathroom. Suddenly, he wanted to take a bath, feeling as if he were incredibly dirty tonight.
After washing the cup clean, Emma Osborne heard the sound of the running water from the bathroom and a smug smile played at the corners of her mouth. She lightly slipped out of her nightgown and then, in her bare skin, walked barefoot toward the bathroom.
