Jane McCain took the bottle of Centrum multivitamin tablets back and casually placed them on the table.
Juliet Stewart, sitting on the bedside, saw it. Her eyes seemed to be pricked by a needle, her pupils shrank sharply, and she froze for a long time.
Jane McCain pretended not to notice, gathered some toiletries, and went to the bathroom.
When she came back, her makeup was removed, her hair was down, and she looked fresh and clean, wearing only a men's shirt.
Her figure was enviably good, with a natural model's proportions, long legs, and a slender waist, charming and graceful.
The shirt hung loosely on her body, covering all the necessary parts, yet the slightly open collar, the delicate clavicle, and snow-white long legs each evoked fantasy.
Jane McCain gathered her hair, walked to the bedside, and lay in bed playing with her phone.
Everyone in the room knew whose shirt she was wearing.
Fiona Lake silently watched her for a while, then turned over and lay down.
