Ian Quincy said, "I need to go back to the courtyard house tomorrow. I might be staying there."
"Can I go with you? I can keep Grandma company during the day and you at night," Cecilia Adler said.
The old lady clucked her tongue. "Not shy at all, are we?" 'No wonder she has Ian Quincy wrapped around her finger,' she thought. 'If I were him, I couldn't resist a beautiful wife murmuring softly that she'd keep me company either.'
"...The 'company' I meant isn't what you're thinking of," Cecilia Adler retorted. "For someone your age, you sure have your head in the gutter."
"Hey, you little brat! No respect for your elders." The old lady feigned a kick at her.
Cecilia Adler laughed and dodged, taking Ian Quincy's hand. "Ian, can I?"
Ian Quincy glanced down at her. He didn't want to go back to the courtyard house either, but he had no choice. 'I have to tell the imposter what's happened these last few days. If he messes up, it'll just cause unnecessary problems for me.'
