The next morning, a soft knock echoed through Brayden’s room. He ran a towel through his damp hair, his bare chest still glistening from his shower. “Come in,” he called, reaching for his watch on the dresser.The door creaked open, and Mrs. Giovanni stepped in, a bright smile plastered across her face. Her eyes twinkled with warmth, and her posture was relaxed, yet something playful lingered beneath her gaze.“Good morning, son,” she greeted, her voice airy and cheerful.Brayden, fastening the buttons of his crisp white shirt, raised a brow at her unusual buoyancy. “Morning, Mom. You’re in a good mood. Is everything alright?”Mrs. Giovanni’s smile widened, her arms crossing as she leaned lightly against the doorframe. “Everything is perfect. Just wanted to check on my handsome son. How was your sleep?”Brayden narrowed his eyes slightly, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. “It was fine,” he said slowly, his tone cautious. “You’re never this cheerful without a reason. What’s
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