Son-In-Law Madness

Hannah held Jennifer's hand. “Let's drop the formalities. You can call me Hannah.”

Jennifer had assumed that Hannah, coming from such an influential family, would be arrogant and distant.

However, she was pleasantly surprised to discover that Hannah was friendly and approachable.

With a nod, Jennifer replied, “Okay, Hannah. Why don't you go take a hot shower? I'll find fresh clothes for you to change into.”

After Jennifer arranged for Hannah to go upstairs, Donald stretched lazily and headed to the bathroom on the first floor to shower.

The moment he stepped into the bathroom, Jennifer stopped him from closing the door.

Folding her arms, she gave him the once-over and asked curiously, “Tell me what happened. Why are your clothes wet?”

Donald had no intention of concealing the truth from Jennifer, so he disclosed the details of Hannah's kidnapping and his subsequent daring rescue mission at sea.

However, he made a conscious decision to omit the fact that Geraldine had provided him with data on Reagent H-13.

Donald considered Jennifer to be somewhat naive, and he realized that revealing this information might jeopardize her friendship with Geraldine and that was unnecessary.

Initially, Jennifer entertained the assumption that something had transpired between Hannah and Donald, but after hearing Donald's story, she grasped the magnitude of their near brush with death and the slim odds of their safe return.

“I'm sorry, Darling. I shouldn't have suspected you,” she said guiltily, avoiding eye contact with Donald.

Donald reached out to brush a finger across her dainty nose. “It's fine. I should've told you the story instead of waiting for you to ask me. I should be the one apologizing to you.”

Behind them, Geraldine stuck her tongue out to show how disgusted she was by their PDA.

Donald's words had a profound effect on Jennifer, for she pushed him into the bathroom while saying, “Darling, why don't you take a soothing hot shower to warm up? I'll fetch your clothes for you.”

Donald couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having such an understanding and considerate wife.

After stepping out of the shower, Donald was busy drying his hair when he saw a shocking sight unfolding in front of him.

The ladies in the living room were all wearing Jennifer's pajamas!

“What is going on?” Holy cow!

Jennifer's pajamas were sheer and meant for private use.

She usually wore it at home when she and Donald were the only ones around to spend intimate moments together.

Nevertheless, the three ladies were currently wearing the same type of pajamas. Donald couldn't help but wonder if they didn't think of him as someone of the opposite sex.

Jennifer rolled her eyes at him. “We're chatting. Can't you see?”

“No! I mean, why are you all wearing pajamas?”