John stood by the door, looking composed and impeccably dressed in a well-tailored suit, without a single wrinkle.
"Mr. Thompson, is there something you need?"
"You... Did you enter Diana's room?"
Nothing happened, right?
"Yes," John replied calmly, "She was singing, so I couldn't help but take a look."
Oh, really?
How could he not know that his dear daughter, Diana, could sing?
James was taken aback for a moment, then he eased his worries.
Indeed, he had doubted for a moment that John might have some inappropriate intentions towards Diana...
But it seemed that he was wrong.
"Ahem, well, I was just concerned that you two were taking too long. Ethan downstairs might be getting anxious."
John spoke nonchalantly, "You can rest assured, he's not in a hurry."
James: ...
At this mom
