Marcus Sharp deliberately paused his steps, staring at Ellie Doyle's movements, "No need to cover up, I've seen what I should and shouldn't have seen... cough cough."
"Marcus Sharp, get out!"
"Out!!!"
He was tossed out of the room by a pillow.
Marcus Sharp stood motionless at the door of the bedroom that slammed shut.
He glanced at the pillow in his arms, lifting his gaze to the now-closed door, a hint of a smile flickering in his eyes.
That woman, truly easy to fool.
In fact, he hadn't seen anything at all.
Although he wasn't the most noble of characters, he wasn't that indecent either.
Shaking his head with a light chuckle, Marcus Sharp returned to his own room.
After he left,
The door of the children's room opened a crack.
Julian Hayes, who was supposed to be sleeping in a room of his own, crowded with Quinnie and Quiana, their six eyes peeking through the door crack, looking down the hallway.