“Okay, then. Donald, so the two of you will take the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor, right?”
Hearing Hannah's words, Donald, who had a strong will to survive, immediately said, “In that case, you two can take the bed, and I'll make do with the floor. Is that acceptable?”
“Sit down!”
Both women cried out at the same time, reaching out their hands to push Donald back down.
“What on earth do you guys want, then?”
No sooner had Donald finished speaking than Hannah and Geraldine lay down on either side of him. In perfect harmony, they even pulled up the quilt.
Donald had a mental breakdown.
What on earth are these two women up to? They couldn't possibly be trying to pull a honey trap, could they?
Just as Donald was lost in thought, the sound of footsteps echoed once again from outside the study.
At this point, all three of them dared not speak.
The only person who could still be active on the second floor this late had to be Jennifer.
Sure enough, the next second, Jennifer's voice came from outside the door.
“Darling, are you asleep?”
Donald was so nervous his palms were sweating.
He was currently hesitating whether or not to respond to Jennifer.
If he were to answer, there was a good chance that Jennifer would just push the door open and walk in.
But if I don't respond to Jennifer, wouldn't that be considered me deceiving her?
Also, what if Jennifer plans to launch a surprise attack while I'm asleep? Won't that just make me seem even more at fault?
Just as Donald was caught in a dilemma, Jennifer's voice came from outside the door, “If you're asleep, never mind. But if you're awake, remember to get up early tomorrow. I have something to discuss with you.”
After Jennifer finished speaking, she surprisingly left right away.
All three of them let out a long sigh of relief.
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