"You, get up! Now!" Joan shrieked and slapped Larry on his shoulder.
Without a hint of hesitation, Larry threw away the covers, exposing himself in all of his glory in front of her. Joan reflectively pulled up the covers to shield her vision. Her cheeks were beginning to feel warm as she averted her gaze.
"Put on your clothes!"
Under her order, Larry quickly fished his clothes from the floor and started to get dressed. He broke out into a low chuckle, amused. We're already an old married couple. I can't believe she still feels shy.Sh*t! I'm doomedlHow could I have accidentally slept with Larry? What am I gonna do now?
Joan scratched the back of her head in frustration as fear flashed across her eyes.
"Why? Do you want me to stay a little longer? I don't mind." As he was speaking. Larry leaned closer to Joan. Joan immediately shrunk away, maintaining a distance between them.
Silly girl.She is even defending herself against her own husband! Larry smiled.
Thud! The door of their room was slammed open abruptly. A few journalists barged in.
"Mr. Norton? What are you doing here?" one of the journalists asked, surprised.
"He's right, Mr. Norton. Could you have... did you..." another journalist stammered.
In reality, Larry had expected this outcome. Naturally, there wasn't a trace of surprise on his face. Joan, on the other hand, was terrified as she covered every inch of her skin with the blanket.
"Who sent you here?" questioned Larry coolly.
The two journalists that had spoken before exchanged glances, hesitating as they fidget awkwardly. However, the few journalists behind them had long taken a few photos of the scene.
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