Chapter 117 You're Questioning Me?

Joseph picked up the clothes on the ground to cover his chest and asked with wide eyes, "What are you doing here?" Cordelia, infuriated, jumped off the bed. How dare he question her first? "This is my room. You barged in here and now you're questioning me?" "Nonsense! This is clearly mine..." Joseph glanced around and suddenly realized the decor of this room was different from that of his bedroom. Upon realizing his mistake, Joseph showed no hint of apology. "It's your fault for not locking the door when you sleep." "Why should I lock the door when I'm sleeping in my own house? You're full of excuses. Get out!" Cordelia grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Joseph, followed by a shoe. Joseph's clothes, still unfastened, fell to the ground before he could put them on. He quickly freed his hands to dodge. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, revealing the tall figure of Benedict standing in the doorway, his gaze icy as he surveyed the scene. "Uncle Benedict, let me explain. I just came