Seeing Lance's unnatural expression, Old Ashley instantly understood.
She chuckled indulgently.
Lance didn't speak, but the blush on his ears betrayed his feelings.
Old Ashley didn't notice and thanked him with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Mercer. If it weren't for your help, that girl might have been in trouble. I'll go in and help her get dressed."
"Thank you, I'll be leaving now."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Lance hurriedly left as if someone were chasing him.
It was only then that Old Ashley noticed something unusual about him. She suddenly realized that Mr. Mercer had carried Deanna out of the bathroom, meaning he must have seen her naked.
However, thinking about the recent interactions between Mr. Mercer and her granddaughter, she decided not to interfere.
Meanwhile, Lance stepped out of the building and breathed in the cool air, feeling much better.
He couldn't help but tug at his tight collar and glanced up at Deanna's balcony with a complex expression.
After a moment, he looked away and walked briskly to the car parked at the entrance.
Xavier saw Mr. Mercer get into the car and drove off immediately.
For some reason, he felt that Mr. Mercer's mood was complicated and somewhat... bad?
"Mr. Mercer, did you have a disagreement with Dr. Deanna?" he asked cautiously.
Lance shot him a cold look. "Just drive."
Hearing this stern warning, Xavier quickly shut his mouth.
Deanna knew nothing of this.
She slept through the night until morning.
When she woke up, she found herself in pajamas on her bed and was a bit surprised but didn't think much of it.
After a quick wash, she walked out of her room and saw her grandmother already up. She asked instinctively, "Grandma, I seemed to have fallen asleep in the bathroom last night. Did you drag me out?"
Hearing this, Old Ashley gave her a strange look.
"I dressed you in your pajamas, but it was Mr. Mercer who brought you out."
"Oh, it was Mr. Mercer."
Deanna didn't react immediately and said it casually.
Then she froze for a moment before realizing something was wrong. Her face changed dramatically as she looked at her grandmother with difficulty. "What did you just say... Was I... not wearing anything?"
By the end of her sentence, she couldn't help but scream, wishing the ground would swallow her up.
Seeing her granddaughter's reaction, Old Ashley nodded with a suppressed smile.
Deanna's face turned even redder, almost as if it could catch fire.
"This is so embarrassing! How did this happen?!"
She covered her face with both hands, unable to imagine the scene.
And now, how could she face Lance after such an incident?
She thought about avoiding him in the future.
But almost as soon as this thought came up, she realized it wasn't practical.
Not only did she need to treat him, but she also couldn't give up the herbs planted in the mountain estate.
Thinking of this, Deanna felt deflated.
Old Ashley saw her granddaughter's changing expressions and knew what she was thinking. Holding back her laughter, she advised, "Mr. Mercer meant well. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to move you alone. So don't take it to heart."
"... I know."
Deanna felt frustrated.
Being seen naked without knowing it was hard not to mind.
And now the biggest headache was how to face Lance afterward.
Just thinking about it made her feel awkward.
On the other side, at Hencard Villa, Lance had trouble sleeping after returning last night and had an inappropriate dream-one he'd never had before.
In the dream, there was him and Deanna.
Most importantly, the scene was from last night's bathroom, and Deanna was still naked, becoming very seductive. Lance couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality for a moment.
"Lance..."
Deanna's sultry voice came from her mouth as she clung to Lance, breathing softly...
Thinking of this, Lance quickly interrupted his thoughts and shook his head as if trying to shake off those inappropriate images from his mind.
But when he saw his dark-circled eyes and tired face in the mirror, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He never expected that a mere accident could affect him so much.
Lance took one last deep look at himself in the mirror before turning to go downstairs.
The butler downstairs noticed his poor complexion first and asked with concern, "Mr. Mercer, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Lance replied indifferently.
But despite his words, the low pressure emanating from him betrayed his mood.
Later on, when Xavier came to pick him up, he noticed that Mr. Mercer's face didn't look right.
Especially on the way to the company, Xavier felt that Mr. Mercer seemed frustrated and unsatisfied.
Something must have happened last night; otherwise, Mr. Mercer wouldn't have this attitude.
Ah, curiosity was killing him...