Chapter 129 Nighttime Was Best For Fostering Ambiguity

Winston was a scriptwriter, adept at catching minute details and spiraling his thoughts from there.

His guess for tonight was quite accurate—Caleb and Penny were in the same room.

Although not on the bed, for Caleb, this was already an exception.

Moreover, when Caleb turned around to enter the room, he saw large swathes of skin exposed from Penny’s neck.

Any woman draped in a man’s clothes would exude a unique charm.

Especially the fact that nighttime was best for fostering ambiguity.

Caleb frowned and went straight into the master bedroom.

He felt that the bath he just took was not quite right. He should have taken a cold one.

At the same time, he was increasingly irritated deep down. Who on earth would sleep so unguardedly in a male client’s hotel room?

Was he overthinking or did Penny herself have other ideas in mind?

Caleb’s eyes fell on a blanket on the bed. Thinking that she was still covered with the suit jacket, he bent down to pick it up, returned to the living room,