Hugo frowned with a feeling of being cheated.
In the living room, Aunt Nina was already up and preparing breakfast.
Seeing Lindsay in her pajamas, sitting alone on the sofa, she smiled, "Did you sleep well last night?"
She thought Hugo would not come back last night for accompanying Judith White. When she heard the noise in the night, she got up to have a look and knew that Hugo came back last night, and he slept in the room.
This was the wife set by the lady for the young master, who was naturally good. The young master finally got married, and Aunt Nina, who has been taking care of him, was also happy.
Her tone of voice and facial expression were too enthusiastic and inexplicably ambiguous.
Lindsay stiffly withdrew a smile, "Quite, quite well."
"Then hurry up and change your clothes. I'll prepare breakfast, so you can eat later." Aunt Nina walked into the dining room and started making breakfast.
Lindsay looked down at the pajamas she was wearing, thinking the clothes she brought were still in the room.
The man in there would be dressed by now, right?
She stood up and walked toward the bedroom. Standing in the doorway, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
No one answered.
She knocked again, and still no answer.
She tried to push open the door, the door was not locked from the inside, and she opened it with a push.
But the moment the door was pushed open, it was like the cold wind of December spraying into her face, blowing wand making her shivering.
The man sat on the edge of the bed, his cold gaze fixed on a piece of paper.
The paper...
Soon Lindsay saw clearly what he was holding, then her eyes saw a mess on the floor, there was a sense of humiliation that her privacy was being snooped on.
She ran in, snatched it up and questioned, "What gives you the right to look at other people's things without their consent, do you understand privacy?"
Oh.
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