Zoey and Matthew sat beside each other on the couch they slept while Vivian was on the head seat.
Vivian darted her eyes full of disbelief from her son to Zoey. She scoffed as she scrutinized Zoey from her head to toe.
Zoey's hair was a little disheveled, her thighs exposed, with her hand on her lap. Her son, on the other hand, was languidly staring at her. He was still topless, hooking his arms on the back as he cocked his head to the side.
Seeing this, Vivian's breaths grew heavier as she lost words to speak. She didn't need to ask! She already knew, even if she tried to assume something else, she couldn't! They surely did the deed!
"What is going on here?" Yet, despite knowing what happened, these words automatically escaped her mouth.
"Huh?" Upon hearing his mother's question, Matthew furrowed his brows. He expected another question as the answer to this one was already obvious.
