“Katelyn, I just remembered I left something in your room.”

Katelyn turned her head, drawn by the sound of water splashing in the shower. She quickly covered her mouth, as if the sound could be silenced by her own gesture.

“I’m in the shower right now. Can’t you wait until tomorrow to get it?” she replied, her voice slightly muffled.

“It’s really important to me. I’ll wait for you to finish, and then you can let me in and retrieve it.”

A flicker of determination crossed Jaxen’s face.

He was determined to see Alfy today!

From the sidelines, Vincent observed quietly, sensing that Jaxen seemed to have really fallen for Alfy this time.

Meanwhile, Katelyn felt her worry growing.

What was she supposed to do? Vincent and Jaxen had come back unexpectedly, and they must have noticed the bathtub that had been left unchecked.

Where else could Alfy be hiding now?

Katelyn ran her fingers through her hair in frustration, her anxiety spilling onto her face. Suddenly, her gaze shifted back to the wardrobe.

If there were enough clothes blocking the front, could they be hiding Alfy too?

She quickly grabbed her suitcase and pulled out all the long clothes she could find.

Doubting whether this plan would actually work, she decided to give it one last shot.

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“Alfy, hurry up and rinse off! They’re about to come in again!”

“Got it,” Alfy replied.

In that instant, Katelyn hurried to the kitchen sink, running warm water through her hair and splashing some on her arms and shoulders to look like someone who had just showered.

She quickly slipped into her pajamas as Alfy stepped out, a bath towel wrapped snugly around him.

“Hide in the wardrobe. Try to make yourself as small as possible, and tuck yourself behind the coats. If they find you, we’ll come up with a new plan.”

“Okay.”

Alfy nodded, squeezing himself into the wardrobe. Katelyn swiftly arranged the hanging coats, covering him as much as she could.

Taking a deep breath, she patted her cheeks for courage before moving toward the door, ready to confront whatever was about to happen.

“What did you leave behind here? Why are you in such a hurry to find it?”

Katelyn pretended to be clueless, smoothly joining in on their act.

“It’s nothing major, just something I really need,” Jaxen said casually, using it as a reason to head straight for the bathroom.

Alfy had just stepped out of the shower, and the air was still filled with warm steam.

Jaxen reached out to touch the bathtub, only to discover it was now empty.

Alfy must have already slipped away to a different spot. Meanwhile, Vincent turned his attention to the wardrobe, curiosity lighting up his expression.

Katelyn was clever; she must have tucked Alfy away in the wardrobe, the perfect hiding place.

She gritted her teeth and faced Vincent once again, determination in her stance.

“Mr. Adams, what’s the matter? You don’t really think I’m hiding someone in my room, do you?” she asked, putting on a casual front.

A shadow crossed Vincent’s eyes, revealing his growing suspicion.

Katelyn wore a thin-strap nightgown, her long hair freshly washed and casually tucked under a drying cap. She had taken off her makeup, showcasing her natural beauty, with delicate skin that seemed to glow. Her features were striking, like a peeled lychee—captivating and fresh.

Perhaps Katelyn didn’t even realize that she sometimes looked even more beautiful without makeup. Vincent’s gaze deepened, but he quickly averted his eyes, pulling back from the moment.

“There’s one spot I haven’t checked yet. I’ll go see if anything’s there,” he said calmly.

Katelyn coughed softly, feeling the tension in the air. “Why do I feel like you’re not just looking for a threat but trying to find out if there’s a man hiding in my room?” Earlier, during the search, she had felt that same way, as if she were a wife caught in a lie by her husband’s unexpected return.

Usually, she wouldn’t joke like that, but right now, she needed to stall as much time as she could and shift their attention.

“Honestly, I’m a divorced woman with normal needs. Even if there is someone in my room, that’s not unusual,” she stumbled over her words, wishing she could take them back. What on earth was she saying?

Vincent raised an eyebrow, his expression sharpening with interest.

The comment was loaded with implication.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” he asked with a chuckle.

Katelyn’s eyes widened in surprise; she hadn’t quite caught the meaning behind his words.

Before she could sort through her thoughts, Vincent moved closer and opened the wardrobe.

She had been trying to shift Vincent’s attention, but he seemed just as focused on what he was doing.

“I don’t remember you having this many long coats in your wardrobe just moments ago,” he said, glancing at the collection.

The garments hung together, forming a curtain that shielded whatever lay behind.

Before Katelyn could respond, Vincent had already swept the coats aside.

As he revealed what was hidden, Katelyn stood frozen, unable to take a step.

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