"You found the phone?"
Quentin Grant took it out of a drawer and handed it to her. "Jean was the one who found it. She called Ethan Ellsworth."
Nora Ainsworth looked down at the phone and said in a low voice, "There are so many unsent text messages in here."
He hugged her from behind. "I saw them all."
Nora Ainsworth gently pulled away from him. "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Want me to go with you?"
Nora Ainsworth quickened her pace. "Cut it out."
Watching her silhouette in the bathroom, a profound sense of satisfaction washed over Quentin Grant. 'Heaven has truly been good to me,' he thought.
He opened the closet, took out two bathrobes, and casually pushed open the bathroom door.
Nora Ainsworth was standing there, turned to the side.
With an unreadable glint in his eyes, Quentin Grant closed the door.
