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Lucille was stunned when she heard the door being locked. She walked over and tried to turn the handle.

It didn't budge.

Outside the door, Madam Louisa, who had completed her task, coughed softly. "Mr. Joseph, Mrs. Collins, it's a lucky day. You should rest early. As for the lock, it seems to be broken. I'll ask someone to come and repair it early tomorrow morning. You'll have to endure it for today."

After that, her footsteps quickly faded away.

The corners of Lucille's eyes twitched.

The lock was broken.

Couldn't they have come up with a better excuse?

""What should we do?"

Lucille looked at Joseph and asked, "Do you have any ideas on how to get

out?"

"Let me have a look," Joseph replied.

He calmed down before walking to the window and pulled open the

take a

was locked and could

It was bulletproof, and they wouldn't be able to leave a dent. Besides, everything in the room that could be used pry open the door

an eyebrow. He had no choice but to state, "It looks

Lucille was speechless.

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The most important thing was that the door to the bathroom was transparent. It was made of

out

He looked at the transparent

was decorated in such an intimate

in the room

It was truly... romantic.

anything to hide herself with. In the end, she tore off the bed sheet and hung it up,

changing, Joseph's back was still facing her in al

a slight headache

of effort. There wasn't

have been one before,

push them to sleep in

Joseph turn around. He sat down at a desk by the side, picked up a book, and slowly murmured, "Go to sleep. I won't move from this seat for the night." Regardless,

for a moment before

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temperature dropped little by