Doubts budded in Avery's heart. Why was Josephine sleepy all of a sudden? It had barely been two hours since she got out of bed, hadn't it?
But then, she remembered what Josephine and Lewis might have been up to last night. If that was the case, it wasn't surprising that Josephine had insufficient sleep.
Avery mulled over it and decided to send Josephine home.
Josephine fell asleep while they were traveling at high speed. The scenery passing by was truly mesmerizing.
They reached the mansion at the same time as a black Bentley. It stopped several feet away, and Lewis got down.
Avery exclaimed in exasperation, "I'm amazed at how well-timed you are. Where did you install the surveillance camera, I wonder?"
Lewis didn't answer her. He went to check on Josephine, who was on the pillion seat.
Josephine was fast asleep. Lewis removed her helmet, and her hair fell to cover her face. Josephine stirred. She glanced at him and shut her eyes again.
Lewis carried her down from the motorcycle and told Avery, "I'm warning you, Avery. Don't bring her outside, especially on your pathetic bike."
"What horrendous taste! You're the one with a pathetic car." Avery wondered if his eyes were purely decorative. How could he call such a stylish motorcycle pathetic?
Lewis was not at all interested in her ride. He headed for the mansion with Josephine in his arms. At the door, he heard Nancy ordering Mrs. Larson about.
"Oh dear, look at that! There's dust all over. What have you been doing?
"Can't those dogs stay outside? Their excrement stinks!"
Mrs. Larson explained, "Mrs. Alvarez, the dogs know to relieve themselves outside. They won't do it in the house."
Nancy glared at her. "It stinks if I say it is! Who's the one giving orders around here?"
"They are Mr. Alvarez's pets."
"And he's my son. Are you telling me I don't get to decide where his pets live?"
Mrs. Larson was in a dilemma. She hemmed and hawed until she saw Lewis entering. She felt relieved to have found her pillar of strength. She quickly went to Lewis and said, "Mr. Alvarez, she—"
Lewis interrupted, "I heard her." Then, he went upstairs.
Nancy saw him carrying Josephine and huffed, "Why do you have to carry her? She's an adult. Can't she walk on her own?"
Lewis ignored her. He didn't even greet her as he turned a corner and went up the stairs.
Nancy was infuriated. Her son was blatantly disrespecting her!
Lewis put Josephine on the bed and pulled the blanket over her. She smacked her lips and turned, oblivious to everything that had happened around her.
Lewis stared at her for several moments before leaving the bedroom.
Nancy was waiting at the stairs. She was ready to swamp Lewis with criticism the moment she saw him. "Lewis, are you planning to disown me?"
Lewis stood before her and looked at her condescendingly. Their gazes locked for several seconds, and Nancy paused.
The sudden realization that Lewis actually towered over her dawned on her. She was wearing a pair of heels, but even so, she barely reached his shoulders. It was her first time noticing such a stark contrast in their heights.
Lewis stared at her and said, "It seems like you have too much time on your hands." With that, he stepped around her and went to the sofa.
Nancy snapped back to her senses and quickly followed him. "I do, Lewis. That's why I plan on staying with you for some time."
Lewis paused. He looked back at her. "Is Alvarez Manor too small for you?"
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