The apartment door was gently pushed open, and Grace Roe walked in quietly. The light in the living room of the bedroom was still on, and the long-haired carpet absorbed the sound of her footsteps.
The bedroom door was open, and from inside came sounds that made one blush and heartbeat quicken. Joshua Hughes's words reached her ears. That woman was truly a dangerous vixen, look at how she had bewitched her son. Her son actually said she was his life; she could hardly believe that these words came from her cold-blooded, ruthless, decisive and deadly son.
She wasn't a mother who liked to steal, but she couldn't help walking forward, slowly drawing closer......
The bedroom door was closed, and Avery Jane pushed Joshua Hughes's body, her voice hoarse: "Why is there someone?"
Both embarrassed and anxious, it seemed likely it was Joshua Hughes's friend. If it were a bad person, they would probably be killed by now. What to do, how embarrassing.
