Chapter 367: Righteous Sect's Overture

"Hey. It's freezing out there, and you're really making me sleep on the couch in a women's bathrobe? Trying to turn me into a popsicle?" After Gordon Yale finished washing and hanging up his clothes, he wrapped himself in the robe and sprawled on the sofa, flipping through channels with a bored scowl. Even though it was already March, nights still carried a bite. Sleeping like this was cold, even for him. "He does sound like he's freezing out there…" Whitney murmured from under the covers. She...