Now that she's awake, she's fine.
"That's good, Violet, you're okay, that's really good," Daxton murmured happily to himself, his thin lips falling onto Violet Zimmerman's pale ones, making quite a sound.
"Daxton... don't hold me so tight, it's uncomfortable, cough, cough... let me down..." Violet, having caught a cold, felt even dizzier after all this trouble in the chilly night.
Constantly coughing, her body also felt cold.
"No way, you're not wearing anything inside." Daxton kindly reminded her, seemingly forgetting his brother Joseph Lancaster was still in front.
Joseph's hand gripping the steering wheel tightened, and the black sedan made a sharp turn, heading back the way they came.
Besides, big brother's sweater was on inside out, with only thin underpants below, and sister-in-law... even though her body was wrapped with a quilt, the neck exposed had no fabric covering it.
He wasn't an ignorant young man; he knew what that meant.
