Sophia’s eyes fell on the wet towel in his hand; she raised a brow at him and stepped out of his way so he could enter the room and shut the bathroom door close.
“What’s that for?” she asked.
“It’s a wet towel," he answered, raising it up so she could see it clearly.
“I know. But what’s it for?” she asked him softly.
Aiden didn't answer her question; rather, he avoided her sharp stare at him. When he didn’t respond immediately, she asked him instead, “First of all, why are you still awake by this time? It’s almost midnight.”
He didn't answer, and that made her feel uneasy.
Sophia crouched down to his length, kneeling in front of him, “Are you going to answer my questions? Or will you prefer to get punished for staying up late till this time?” She turned him to face her, but instead o
