Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen )
Chapter 108

Returning to the upstairs bedroom, Mia found that Timothy still hadn’t returned. She thought that he islikely

occupied in the study.

She had become accustomed to their routine–him often spending nights in the study, and her in thebedroom.

Turning around, she entered the walk–in closet, noting that, apart from Timothy’s wardrobe, itpredominantly housed her clothing.

To her surprise, it appeared unchanged from the time she had left.

Expecting to replace Maya’s clothes, she meticulously sifted through the closet but found no evidence ofany woman’s belongings.

This situation struck Mia as peculiar.

Leaning against the wardrobe door, she pondered. She was intimately acquainted with this space, andthere

were no clues that could escape her notice.

Strangely, no traces of Maya were found.

Recalling Holly’s remark about Maya never staying overnight, Mia wondered if Timothy might genuinelybe

morally upright.

Mia realized her attention had once again shifted back to Timothy.

Without hesitation, she grabbed a set of her pajamas and swiftly made her way to the shower.

The opulent nightwear set out for her had been meticulously chosen by the household staff, with theinner

garments handpicked based on the season.

The day they finalized their divorce agreement, Mia chose to only take her clothes, leaving behind allthe branded goods.

Post–shower, Mia stepped out, adorned in a silk camisole and gracefully wrapped in a flowing robe.

Truly, there were merits to indulging in luxurious things.

After blow–drying her hair, she came out of the bathroom with a yawn. Much to her surprise, Timothystood by the window, his posture tall and upright.

She stopped yawning.

Timothy’s return to their bedroom was unexpected and puzzling. It simply didn’t make sense to Mia.

Timothy turned around and caught sight of Mia emerging from the bathroom in a camisole nightgown.

Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands gracefully falling onto hercollarbone.

His gaze followed the flow of her hair downward, and his expression noticeably deepened.

He hadn’t anticipated such a sight. Adopting a suggestive tone, he remarked, “Wearing so littleintentionally?

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Mia quickly tightened her robe.

Blushing, she replied, “You sleep in the study all the time. What are you doing in the bedroom soearly?”

“Don’t worry. You’re a ‘pregnant woman‘ now. Martha cautioned me not to fool around with you duringthis time.” Timothy reassured.

“So, are you planning to stay here tonight?”

Approaching her, Timothy’s eyes lingered on her securely fastened robe.

Ironically, the delicate fabric only accentuated her figure, providing minimal coverage.

After a glance, Timothy suddenly felt uneasy, a slight dryness settling in his throat.

He averted his gaze and said, “Rest assured, I’m not that audacious.”

Timothy then proceeded to the bathroom after the casual remark.

It wasn’t until after hearing the sound of running water did Mia finally catch on to Timothy’s subtle jest.

Earlier, she had playfully made a similar remark about him.

Little did she foresee him remembering and using it against her!

Turning around, she retrieved a spare blanket from the closet and spread it neatly on the opposite sideof the

bed.

Settling into a comfortable position, Mia closed her eyes tightly, hoping to avoid any potentialawkwardness

with Timothy.

Despite wanting to drift off to sleep, she remained alert to the sounds from the bathroom.

As soon as the water stopped, Timothy opened the door and stepped out.

Seeing Mia’s huddled position, Timothy’s expression shifted. He poured himself a glass of cold water,downing it in one go to quell his simmering frustration.

Timothy settled on the opposite side of the bed, pulling his blanket snugly around him.

Having Mia beside him was a departure from the norm, and he expected some discomfort.

Yet, to his surprise, it wasn’t as unpleasant as he had imagined.

Mia also assumed that she wouldn’t be able to sleep next to him due to discomfort. But, she foundherself

drifting off soon after.

The next morning, the sound of Timothy’s cell phone stirred Mia from her sleep. Still half–asleep, shekicked

her foot, muttering, “How annoying.”

Timothy had her feet draped over his waist, one hand securely holding onto her ankle to prevent anyrestless

movements.

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Extending his hand to pick up the phone, he said, “Hello, I hope you have a valid reason for this call.”

“Mr. Barrett, there’s been an issue. The doctor we had arranged for Mrs. Barrett Senior’s surgeryencountered complications and won’t be able to proceed.”