The thick, masculine scent closed in, making it hard for Sienna Summers to even pretend to sleep.
She opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on Jasper Brown.
Jasper Brown said again, "He wants to hold his great-grandson, do you want to cooperate?"
"I..."
Sienna's eyelashes fluttered lightly, and she bit her lip without making a sound.
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as consent," he teased her, inching closer.
Sienna's heart raced uncontrollably, and all she could see was the firm chest muscles of the man before her.
Images not suitable for children flashed through her mind, and she clutched the blanket tightly, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something.
She could hear the man's chuckle close to her ear.
"As stiff as what, I'm not into corpse play, go to sleep earlier, I still have some business to take care of."
Sienna: "..."
Watching the man stride towards a small study separated by a folding screen, a sense of relief suddenly washed over her heart.