Wyatt Lewis felt a chill and suddenly woke up, quickly pulling the blanket over himself. Seeing the person who broke in, he looked bewildered.
"Seriously, Mom, what are you doing early in the morning? Can I have some privacy?"
Hope Williams, who followed behind, paused her steps.
Why is this guy still sleeping half-naked!
Hope quickly turned her head, only to bump into a sturdy chest.
Waylon Lewis looked down at Hope's flustered state, his chilling gaze swept across Wyatt, instantly understanding something, and his face darkened.
"What did you see?"
Hope awkwardly forced a smile, "Don't worry... I didn't see anything..."
Waylon's expression didn't improve.
Alitzel Williams' palms rained down on Wyatt, "You always do such great things, such great things. Why did I have to give birth to a troublemaking son like you? What are you trying to do, going to a hotel? The house is so big, isn't it enough for your antics?"
