An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Night fell, the sky was filled with a dazzling array of stars, and the sky was so clear it resembled a giant, deep blue gemstone.

Lynn, after leaving Katie's room, did not return to the attic, but went straight to the master bedroom on the first floor.

He is burning up and urgently needs to have the fire extinguished.

Hilte is like a fire extinguisher.

Ever since he experienced the comfort of a soft, comfortable bed, he was no longer willing to compromise and sleep in the attic.

The bed is so hard, how can it compare to the comfort of having a beautiful woman in your arms?

Arriving at Mrs. Hill's door, one could see an orange glow emanating from inside.

The door was not completely closed; there was still a gap about an arm's length away.

Seeing this, Lynn's lips curled into a smile.

Clearly, this is a trap.

He subconsciously licked his lips and quietly pushed open the door.

As soon as you step inside, a strong, even pungent, fragrance hits you, like the smell of a mixture of high-end shower gel and strong perfume fermenting.

Lynn couldn't help but touch his nose.

Although he has tried his best to get used to it, he still can't help feeling uncomfortable in the face of such a strong smell.

It is well known that Caucasians tend to have a stronger body odor, especially when sweating or aroused.

If the scent weren't masked by perfume, it would be like an old woman's foot binding cloth that had been left in a cellar for three days and three nights.

This is why white women have an almost fanatical obsession with perfume.

Fun fact: If you want to have a friendly conversation with a foreign woman, never show the slightest disgust when it comes to smell.

Fortunately, women like Mrs. Hill and Katie, who are perpetually steeped in perfume, are in a much better situation.

Lynn locked the door behind him and his gaze fell on the large double bed in the center.

It was a magnificent European-style bed, with intricate rose patterns carved on the headboard and dark red silk sheets covering the bed.

Lynn raised an eyebrow after glancing at it twice.

Mrs. Hill was nowhere to be seen on the bed; there was only a high-rumped quilt.

Clearly, there is someone hiding inside.

After watching for two seconds, Lynn's eyes lit up with intense interest.

Oh? What kind of forced performance is this?

He likes them both, no matter which one.

Lynn slowly unbuttoned her shirt and chuckled, "Mrs. Hill, I didn't expect you to be so charming and witty in private, despite your dignified appearance..."

As he spoke, he strode forward and yanked off the silk quilt.

Instantly, Lynn's movements came to an abrupt halt.

His gaze seemed to sweep wildly over Mrs. Hill, his expression filled with undisguised shock.

Mrs. Hill was wearing a pure white and sacred wedding dress!

"Do you like it...?"

Mrs. Hill called out shyly.

She has always been a woman of action.

Ever since she realized that Lynn liked this style, she secretly dug out her wedding dress from the bottom of her trunk.

"Gulp~"

Lynn swallowed hard and subconsciously licked his dry lips.

Good grief, they've been waiting here all along.

Fu is currently committing a crime?

He was just joking, but the other person took it all seriously.

This seems a bit too stimulating...

However, he absolutely loved it!

After a brief moment of shock, Lynn grinned wildly. "Of course... I like it very much, Mrs. Hill!"

Before he finished speaking, Lynn charged straight at him.

"Be gentle... the wedding dress is quite expensive..."

Half a minute later.

[Adoration +10]

……

The next morning, Lynn got up very early.

These past two days, the illegal clinics have been incredibly busy; going there at noon is really too late.

He needs to get there and finish this as soon as possible so he can have enough time to meet that aloof and stunning policewoman.

Just thinking about Annie's beautiful face, which exuded an air of abstinence, made Lynn's eyes flash with intense anticipation.

He instinctively looked to his side and found that Mrs. Hill was not in bed.

"Up so early?"

A hint of doubt flashed through Lynn's mind. She grabbed her clothes and pushed open the door to go out.

As soon as I entered the corridor, the aroma of crispy fried bacon wafted into my nose.

Following the aroma to the open kitchen, Lynn froze in place at the sight before her.

Mrs. Hill was frying eggs, but she was wearing an extremely form-fitting pinkish-purple yoga outfit.

The highly elastic fabric clung tightly to her body, perfectly outlining the curves and voluptuousness of a young woman.

"Lin, you're awake!"

Mrs. Hill turned around, her face beaming with a gentle smile.

The way she looked at Lynn was like a virtuous wife looking at her husband, her eyes full of love.

"I just made breakfast, why don't you eat some while it's hot?"

"I'm not going to eat."

Lynn had no appetite for breakfast and glanced meaningfully at the ground beneath her.

Mrs. Hill blinked, then her face flushed instantly, and she understood immediately!

He glanced guiltily at Katie's tightly closed door on the second floor and lowered his voice, "Now? Or should we go to her room? What if Katie wakes up..."

"No, it's too late."

Lynn shook his head, stepped forward, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Right here, please bear with me."

Seeing Lynn's aggressive gaze, Mrs. Hill nodded.

He simply couldn't refuse any of the man's requests.

"All right……"

Mrs. Hill blushed and skillfully tied her loose curly hair into a neat ponytail.

Then, his body gradually shrank by more than half.

……

half an hour.

"Boom! Rat-a-tat-tat!"

Accompanied by the roar of the old engine, a refreshed Lynn drove his Camry slowly away.

Just as he was leaving, Mrs. Hill rushed into the bathroom.

Just as I finished rinsing my mouth and stepped out, I was horrified to see out of the corner of my eye that a sleepy-eyed Katie was yawning and pushing open the master bedroom door!

Instantly, Mrs. Hill felt as if her blood had reversed, and goosebumps spread from the top of her head to her toes.

She knew exactly what the master bedroom looked like.

Katie must not see this!

"Katie!"

Mrs. Hill rushed out of the bathroom faster than she had ever done, blocking the doorway to the master bedroom.

She took a few deep breaths, forcing her voice to sound calm and normal: "Why are you up so early? Is something you need Mom for?"

"Oh, it's nothing..."

Katie was clearly not fully awake yet, rubbing her eyes and unaware of her mother's strange behavior: "I just wanted you to check if the pimples on my back have gone down."

"Oh! Looking at pimples? No problem." Mrs. Hill felt a huge weight lifted from her shoulders.

But Katie's next words terrified her.

Katie suddenly sniffed the air like an alert puppy, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Mom, what's that smell in the room? Why... there's a strange odor?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hill almost dug a three-bedroom apartment out of her slippers.

"Huh? It's probably because the weather's been too humid lately; the wooden planks smell musty."

Mrs. Hill pretended not to care.

"Oh, I see..." Katie nodded and said no more, then walked past Mrs. Hill and went straight to the big bed to lie down.

But when her gaze swept over the foot of the bed, she froze.

"Mom, isn't this your most precious wedding dress? You wouldn't even let me touch it before, why are you suddenly taking it out?"

"Huh?" Before Mrs. Hill could come up with an excuse, Katie had already curiously stepped forward and touched it.

"Don't touch it!"

"It's gotten damp! I'll take it out and air it out!"

Mrs. Hill snatched the wedding dress and shoved it under the covers, quickly changing the subject:

"I was just about to wash and dry it! Come on, let's go to the living room to look at the back; the lighting here is bad, we can't see the pimples clearly!"

"Well... okay." Although Katie felt that her mother was unusually dramatic today, she didn't think much of it and quickly followed her out.

Mrs. Hill only let out a long sigh of relief after she and Katie walked out of the room and slammed the door to the master bedroom shut. She felt as if she had just escaped death.

Living room sofa.

Katie obediently lay down and pulled down one side of her collar, revealing a large expanse of delicate, pale skin.

Mrs. Hill examined the redness and swelling carefully and casually remarked:

"Hmm, the swelling has gone down, and you're recovering well. Did you apply the medicine yourself last night? Wait, that spot is in the middle of your shoulder blade; you can't reach it yourself to apply it!"

The voice just fell.

Katie, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly froze.

The scenes from last night kept replaying in my mind.

Instantly, her ears and neck turned bright red.

To cover up her embarrassment, Katie immediately changed the subject:

"Mom, you're one to talk! Last night after dinner I went out to ask you to help me apply this medicine, but I couldn't find you anywhere. What were you doing?"

"Last night?" Mrs. Hill's hand, which was applying medicine, suddenly stopped.

"Yes, it was shortly after I finished eating and went upstairs," Katie added.

"And then..."

Mrs. Hill recalled that last night, she only felt a slight soreness in her cheeks and kneecaps.

"Ahem!"

Afraid that Katie would see the embarrassment and guilt on her face, Mrs. Hill quickly straightened up and tried to make her tone sound calm and even:

"Last night... Mom went to the neighbor's house to borrow some things and chatted for a while."

The voice just fell.

Katie, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly focused her gaze.

Staring intently at her mother's retreating figure, a complex and sharp suspicion flashed across her once clear eyes.

Go to the neighbor's house?

But last night Lynn clearly told her that her mother went to the convenience store to buy things.

Who is lying...?

……