Olivia Martinez fiddled with Brian Carter's phone for a while, then dialed the number labeled "Mom," which was Brian Carter's mother, Grace Miller.

“小晨, what's your mom's surname?”

“Huh? It's Wei, as in Confucian scholar Wei.”

The call connected—

“Hello, this is Olivia Martinez, chief editor at Deyun Publishing. May I ask if you are Xiaochen's mother, Ms. Wei?”

“Yes, yes, Xiaochen is about to publish a book.”

“Xiaochen is with me right now. Here’s what happened today: after school, Xiaochen came to my house to discuss the book’s publication, and we lost track of time. Now it’s dark outside and raining, so I don’t feel comfortable letting Xiaochen go home alone. So tonight, Xiaochen will stay at my place, and tomorrow I’ll take Xiaochen directly to school.”

“Yes, yes, that’s right, so Ms. Wei, you don’t need to worry.”

“No, no, it’s no trouble at all. Xiaochen is very well-behaved.”

“Okay, good”...

I have to say, Olivia Martinez truly deserves to be an editor-in-chief—she’s so good with words. In just a few sentences, she was already chatting familiarly with Brian Carter's mom, calling each other “sister” and “little sister” as if they were old friends.

“All right, you’ll stay at Auntie’s place tonight.” From start to finish, Olivia Martinez never asked Brian Carter for his opinion; she just made all the arrangements herself.

After a hearty meal, Brian Carter took the initiative to clear the dishes and wash them, and Olivia Martinez didn’t refuse, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, watching TV.

Brian Carter was, after all, a guest. Normally, cleaning up after dinner is the host’s job. Who knows if Olivia Martinez already considered Brian Carter as family, or if there was some other reason.

“Xiaochen, our publishing house plans to release your book next week, on September 8th. The overall quality of 'Wukong Biography' is not bad—at least not inferior to second-tier writers. But you’re a newcomer, and it’s hard for new authors to stand out. Even with the publishing house’s help in promotion, you need a unique angle.”

“Auntie plans to use your age as a selling point, to promote you as a genius writer. For someone your age to write a book like 'Wukong Biography' is a legend in itself. As long as we focus on this, Auntie believes it will sell very well.” She handed a thick stack of A4 paper to Brian Carter.

“That’s not necessary, I trust Auntie won’t let me suffer any losses.”

“Mm.” Olivia Martinez responded with a nasal sound, picked up the remote, and stared intently at the TV. But there was nothing on TV except one commercial after another.

The atmosphere was stifling, making him feel uncomfortable and bored. Leave? But this apartment was just one bedroom and one living room—besides the living room, there was only Olivia Martinez's bedroom. Was he supposed to go there?

But if he stayed, the atmosphere was oppressive, and there was nothing good on TV.

Time ticked by, bit by bit, until finally Brian Carter couldn’t hold it in any longer and spoke up, “Aunt Wang, since I’m staying here tonight, am I sleeping on the living room sofa?”

“There aren’t any extra quilts at Auntie’s place, so you’ll sleep in the same bed as Auntie.” Olivia Martinez's words left Brian Carter dumbfounded. Sleep in the same bed?!

Brian Carter doubted his own ears, licking his dry lips. “Auntie, did you just say we’re sleeping in the same bed?”

“Yes, what, are you disgusted by Auntie?”

“No, no, it’s just...”

“All right, that’s enough. Auntie doesn’t have any men’s pajamas here, so you’ll wear Auntie’s pajamas. If you get sleepy, take a shower and go to bed first. Auntie still has some manuscripts to review.”

In a daze, just like that, Brian Carter put on Olivia Martinez's pajamas and got into Olivia Martinez's bed.

A faint fragrance wafted into Brian Carter's nose—he didn’t know if it was from the pajamas or the bed, or maybe both.

Right now, Brian Carter felt a bit anxious. Even though his rebirth, the search engine in his mind, and his unparalleled knowledge had made him confident, it couldn’t hide the fact that he was, at heart, a homebody—and even more, that in his previous life, he was still a thirty-something-year-old virgin.

Now he was lying in Aunt Wang’s bed—a beautiful editor-in-chief. How could he possibly sleep soundly?

They were sharing a quilt, sleeping in the same bed!

His mind was racing, tossing and turning for nearly two or three hours without falling asleep.

“Click, click!” Suddenly, the sound of the door opening—Aunt Wang was back!

Brian Carter immediately lay on the bed as still as a corpse, holding his breath. Using the faint light from the streetlamp outside, he watched—

Aunt Wang opened the door but didn’t turn on the light, probably afraid of waking him. She opened the wardrobe, rummaged around for a while—probably looking for pajamas—found them, then rustled as she took off her clothes and changed into pajamas.

With the heavy rain outside, there was no moonlight, so with only the dim light from outside, he could barely make out Aunt Wang’s silhouette. But even so, his heart raced—her figure was stunning, with curves in all the right places.

Olivia Martinez carefully got into bed, lifted the quilt, and covered herself.

“Aunt Wang, are you done?” Brian Carter was clever, deliberately making his voice sound a bit sleepy.