Chapter 795

Spencer Valentine gently pushed the door open a crack.

The hallway lights were dim.

A furtive figure slipped into the guest room next door.

That figure was unmistakably his fifth brother, Preston Valentine.

Spencer rubbed his sleepy eyes, puzzled.

Why wasn't Fifth Brother going to his own room? What was he doing in a guest room?

He tiptoed to the door and pressed his ear against the panel.

A hushed, startled female voice came from inside the room. "Fifth Young Master, what... what are you doing?"

It was Joanna.

Then came Preston's voice, low and laced with amusement. "What do you think I'm doing, coming to find you in the middle of the night? Of course, it's to do... what adults do. Jojo, we're together now. Why sneak around..."

Joanna's voice trembled. "No, I..."

Her words were cut off, seemingly muffled by something, leaving only indistinct sounds. Then came the soft thud of a body falling onto the mattress.

Preston released her.

Joanna gasped for breath. "Are you crazy? This is the Valentine house! What if someone sees..."

"You're my girlfriend. So what if they see?" Preston's tone was roguish. "Besides, it's not the first time... Last time I went to your place, didn't we also..."

"Ah, stop talking..."

Joanna seemed utterly embarrassed, hurriedly covering his mouth.

Preston chuckled softly and said no more.

Soon, ambiguous sounds drifted from the room—the creak of bedsprings mixed with suppressed panting.

Spencer's ears burned. He straightened up abruptly.

He had long suspected something between Fifth Brother and Joanna, but he never imagined they had already progressed this far.

"Your fifth brother... is quite vigorous."

A light, airy remark suddenly floated by his ear.

Spencer nodded subconsciously.

Of course he was vigorous.

The guest room's soundproofing was never as good as the master bedroom's, but the current commotion was clearly audible. Preston wasn't holding back at all.

He was inwardly marveling when his whole body stiffened. He slowly turned his head—

Natalie Castillo had somehow moved close. Her deer-like eyes were bright and sparkling, pressed against the door panel with keen interest.

Spencer: "!!!"

He stumbled back two steps, tongue-tied. "You... when did you..."

Natalie raised a finger to her lips, whispering, "Shh— What stage do you think they're at? Have they taken their clothes off yet?"

Spencer: "..."

He grabbed Natalie's wrist and pulled her away from the door, his voice low and hoarse. "You're a girl! Don't you have any shame?"

Natalie blinked. "What's there to be ashamed of? It's a normal physiological need."

She tilted her head, looking at him with innocent, direct eyes. "Don't you want to?"

Spencer: "!!!"

This was the difference in upbringing. Natalie grew up abroad, with open-minded views, seeing love and intimacy as ordinary matters. But Spencer had buried himself in scientific research since childhood. So far, the most intimate he'd gotten was a light kiss with her. He had never experienced anything like this.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Gripping Natalie's shoulders, he steered her toward his own room. "Don't linger here in the middle of the night. Go back to sleep."

Being pushed along, Natalie still looked back. "I'm not lingering. I came to find you. You really don't have that kind of need?"

Spencer's ears were crimson, his face burning, but he insisted stubbornly. "We're not at that stage yet! Wait until you're twenty!"

Natalie was nineteen this year, indeed still young.

She let out a regretful "Oh," then her eyes lit up. "Then on my twentieth birthday, we can try?"

"You...!"

Spencer's face flushed so deeply it seemed about to drip blood. "How can a girl speak so shamelessly!"

Seeing Natalie still trying to glance toward the guest room, he simply reached out, pressed a hand against her head, and shoved her into the bedroom. "Stop letting your imagination run wild. Go to sleep now."

"Alright."

Natalie agreed obediently, but her demeanor only made Spencer feel even more agitated.

Terrified, he turned and fled, rushing back to the guest room and locking the door with a decisive click.

He had no choice—he was genuinely afraid Natalie might sneak over in the middle of the night.

If that happened, he might not be able to restrain himself.

Spencer Valentine, the pure-hearted youth, spent the entire night with his heart in turmoil, blood rushing to his head, barely closing his eyes.

The next morning, when Evelyn Ross saw him in the dining room, the young man had heavy dark circles under his eyes. His gaze was unfocused as he grabbed a piece of toast and tried to slip away.

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with him?"

Natalie, munching on toast, sauntered over casually. "Probably got scared by Fifth Brother last night."

Evelyn: "?"

Natalie: "Fifth Brother went into Joanna's room in the middle of the night. They were inside... well, you know. Spencer heard it."

Evelyn: "How do you know?"

Natalie: "I saw it too~"

Evelyn: "..."

Young people these days really played wild.

She shook her head helplessly. Turning around, she saw the topic's female lead, Joanna, standing not far away, her face completely red as she stared at them.

Seeing Evelyn look over, Joanna turned to flee.

"Joanna." Evelyn called out to her.

Joanna's steps halted, her back rigid.

Evelyn walked over and stopped in front of her. Her gaze swept over Joanna until her ears turned bright red. Then Evelyn chuckled softly and spoke.

"Scarlett King, hello."