"July, when will you come find me again?"
The man escorted July Quinn to the door. Although his expression wasn’t visible, his voice was full of longing and reluctance.
"In a couple of days. Don’t wander around during this time. I’ll come find you once I’m done with my business."
July Quinn seemed to care about this person greatly. The gentle reminder in her voice was something Kyle Keaton had never heard before.
The point was, July Quinn had changed into a different outfit.
Earlier, they attended Nina Quinn’s engagement party, and she was wearing a black cocktail dress.
But now, she wore a bright red asymmetrical dress.
This vibrant color was the first time Kyle Keaton had seen her wear.
Yet this eerie red perfectly highlighted her alluring snow-white skin, making her look as if she were glowing...
However, at this moment, Kyle Keaton had no interest in appreciating the woman’s stunning beauty.
Because he sensed an odd sourness lingering in the air. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novᴇlfire.net
He carefully traced the source of that sourness, only to find it emanating from himself.
It was the first time he truly understood what it meant to be jealous.
He didn’t feeling, but his mind kept churning, wondering what exactly had happened between July Quinn and that man that made her need to change clothes.
Was her clothing torn, or did she get someone else’s filth on them?
Images flashed in his mind, causing the flickering flame in his eyes to almost consume everything.
The man wanted to say something more.
July Quinn, however, inadvertently turned her head and saw Kyle Keaton standing in the corner, glaring at them.
He stood near the emergency exit.
The lighting in that corner was dim, coupled with his black suit and dark eyes, making him nearly blend into the dangerous night.
"Honey? What are you doing here?"
July Quinn furrowed her beautiful brow, displeasure evident on her face.
If she remembered correctly, Kyle Keaton was supposed to have gone home before she came to see Liam Monroe. But now...
"Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?"
Kyle Keaton walked out slowly from the pitch-black corner.
Tall in stature, with sharp features.
The aura he unintentionally exuded couldn’t be imitated by ordinary people, nor could he suppress it.
This was Liam Monroe’s first impression of him—a man of high standing, extremely dangerous.
And Kyle Keaton scrutinized Liam Monroe, noticing his T-shirt and shorts, and his face with a creamy glow.
Hmm, a total pretty boy look.
This was Kyle Keaton’s first impression of Liam Monroe.
"You have no time to go home with me, but you have time to book a room in a hotel with this man?"
Kyle Keaton stepped in front of July Quinn.
His hoarse voice and aggressive tone made July Quinn very uncomfortable.
"Who booked a room here? Watch your mouth."
July Quinn’s gaze cooled a few degrees, yet it didn’t diminish her beauty in the slightest—instead, it made her even more irresistible, like an ice-cold beauty.
"July Quinn, we’re all adults here. There’s a limit to lying. You two were alone in a room for three hours, even changed clothes. Could you have just been chatting under the covers?"
Though Kyle Keaton accused her, his heart cried out: Tell me this isn’t true!
Yes, he hoped what he accused wasn’t true.
Because he still hoped to keep the promise of holding July Quinn’s hand and walking together with her.
But what he hoped for didn’t happen. Instead, July Quinn disappointedly asked him, "Is that who I am in your heart?"
Kyle Keaton opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But before he could speak, July Quinn took a step forward and left on her own.
Kyle Keaton was left bewildered on the spot.
Who was really in the wrong in this situation?
Could he not even question her spending hours in a hotel room with another man?