Chapter 1105

Juna grinned. “If he won’t let us watch, then we’ll just sneak a peek.”

“But….. but Marian moved into his room. They’re together now,”

Lydia pulled out a tiny glass bottle, the liquid inside crystal clear. “Just spray this in the room. Give it ten minutes and they’ll both be out cold. It won’t hurt them.”

Juna shot her a thumbs up. “Lydia, you’re a genius.”

Lincoln thought it over. “So we wait until they’re asleep, sneak in, spray the stuff, and once they’re out, we can check on him.”

Lydia nodded. “Yep.”

They waited until close to midnight before slipping outside. The moon was high, silver light shining through the leaves, throwing little patches of brightness across the old stone path. In the yard, an ancient oak tree stood quietly, its branches sometimes rustling with the sound of crickets, making the night feel even quieter.

Lincoln led the way to Mr. Lowe’s room, moving like he’d done this a hundred times. The plan was to spray the potion through the window. The three of them crept along, keeping low, barely making a sound. But as they reached the wall, muffled noises came from inside, the kind that made everyone’s face burn.

“Oh, Marian… this positionfeels so good.”

“Sir, slow down, I can’t handle it…”

The three of them froze.

Juna rolled her eyes so hard she could almost see her brain. Of all the things she could be doing right now, why was she stuck crouching by a window, listening to this?

Lincoln looked like he wanted to disappear. He never imagined his grandpa would be getting busy at this hour the mat was

unstoppable. Didn’t he have any shame? How was Lincoln supposed to show his face after this?

Lydia was just over it. Hearing all this was too much. Her ears would never recover.

They didn’t dare move, afraid any

sound would give them away. So they just waited, hoping things

inside would finish soon so thernet

could get on with their plan. M

Lowe’s stamina was unreal. He and Marian kept going for what felt like twenty minutes long enough for the three outside to lose all feefing in their legs.

Juna glared at Lincoln. If looks could kill, he’d have been toast. He just pressed his hands together and bowed to her, over and over, silently begging for forgiveness.

Finally, the couple inside stumbled toward the bathroom. Lydia moved fast, spraying the liquid into the room.

She figured Mr. Lowe would be back out in a few minutes, but then… noises started up in the bathroom, too.

Lincoln put his head in his hands, looking like he might slam it into the wall.

Juna whispered, “What now? Will the spray still work?”

Lydia could only sigh. This was a first, even for her. She pulled out another bottle. “Good thing I brought a spare.”

Juna breathed out, relieved. At least their effort wouldn’t go to waste. His grandfather was something else.

They waited another ten minutes. When things finally went quiet, and they heard the steady sound of sleeping breaths, Lydia sprayed the extra dose into the room. The potion ory worked if they breathed it in

Lincoln pushed himself up, using the wall for support, finally able to breathe. “I’ll go unlock the door.”

Juna wrinkled her nose. “And open the window. This place seriously needs some fresh air.”