Next door, Patricia Stuart opened her eyes, her face filled with bewilderment as she looked toward the master bedroom.
After a long while, she finally came to her senses, but far from feeling relieved, her confusion deepened.
Who is Daley doing that sort of thing with?
Could it be...
Patricia Stuart cracked a sly smile, nimbly got out of bed, opened the door, and stepped out of her room, silently approaching the master bedroom door, where she pressed her ear against it.
Stopped?
Could they have finished?
Patricia Stuart, hearing no sound from inside, felt even more puzzled.
Just as she was about to push the door open to see, it suddenly opened from the inside. She, who had been leaning against it, stumbled and nearly fell inside.
"Ah..."
Before she could let out a cry of alarm, her mouth was covered by a large hand.
The next second, she was pressed against the wall.
She looked up in a bit of panic and saw a familiar face, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
