"Looks like you didn't have a hard enough day."
Vincent Hawthorne remarked nonchalantly.
"I just can't sleep."
Faye Vaughn blinked, studying him.
This version of Second Young Master Hawthorne was different.
He was usually dressed to the nines in a suit, exuding an air of refined abstinence.
But now, he must have just gotten out of the shower. His short black hair was still a bit damp, with stray strands falling across his forehead, giving him a somewhat casual and relaxed look.
"You don't have to wait for my older brother. Here, my grandfather has ten thousand ways to keep him from seeing you."
Vincent Hawthorne's tone was light.
"I'm not waiting for him." Faye Vaughn shook her head, draping herself lazily over the railing. "Second Young Master, why can't you sleep either?"
"I'm just used to sleeping late."
Vincent Hawthorne frowned imperceptibly.
'Doesn't she know that leaning over like that will expose her?'
