"July, when will you co find 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 ti. I’ll co find you once I’m done with my business."
July Quinn seed to care about this person greatly. The gentle reminder in her voice was sothing Kyle Keaton had never heard before.
The point was, July Quinn had changed into a different outfit.
Earlier, they attended Nina Quinn’s engagent party, and she was wearing a black cocktail dress.
But now, she wore a bright red asymtrical dress.
This vibrant color was the first ti 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 mont, Kyle Keaton had no interest in appreciating the woman’s stunning beauty.
Because he sensed an odd sourness lingering in the air.
He carefully traced the source of that sourness, only to find it emanating from himself.
It was the first ti he truly understood what it ant to be jealous.
He didn’t like this feeling, but his mind kept churning, wondering what exactly had happened between July Quinn and that man that made her need to change clothes.
Did they do it?
Was her clothing torn, or did she get soone else’s filth on them?
Images flashed in his mind, causing the flickering fla in his eyes to almost consu everything.
"July..."
The man wanted to say sothing more.
July Quinn, however, inadvertently turned her head and saw Kyle Keaton standing in the corner, glaring at them.
He stood near the ergency 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 rembered correctly, Kyle Keaton was supposed to have gone ho before she ca 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, extrely 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 ti to go ho with , but you have ti 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 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 sothing.
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?
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