"Come in, close the door."
Daxton Lancaster looked at her, instructing lightly. Violet Zimmerman bit her lip, walked in, and closed the door.
Still standing by the door, knowing the man was showering, she dared not lift her eyes, "Daxton, today... Mom called me over."
No need for Violet Zimmerman to continue, Daxton Lancaster already knew why his mother called her over.
Daxton Lancaster didn't speak, his arm resting on the edge of the bathtub, waiting for the bashful woman to continue.
With downcast eyes, Violet felt even more flushed, her face like a boiled shrimp, she bit her lip and spoke courageously.
"Mom said... she wants a grandson."
"Come here."
Daxton Lancaster's voice suddenly sounded, and Violet paused, then looked up.
Seeing the man's exposed arms and chest, her face grew even hotter, clearly shy, but her eyes seemed glued to him, unable to look away.
Seeing the stunned woman, Daxton Lancaster was moved and spoke again.
"Come here, let's shower together."
