On the third floor, most doors of the lounges were open except for the one at the very end, which remained shut.

Brea, Lyndon’s mother, approached and knocked her knuckles on the door.

“Lyndon, are you inside?”

After a brief pause, a gentle female voice from within replied, “Just give me a moment.”

The crowd waited patiently, and eventually, the door swung open.

Ivy appeared in the doorway, wearing a man’s suit and looking bashful.

Angela’s Library

“Mrs. Fernandez.”

silence. She walked past the woman and entered

few buttons of his shirt undone, unveiling

knitted his brows, and a

did you

approached Lyndon, pausing before

she naturally

it’s inconceivable for him to engage in any mischief with women on an occasion

Rosanna. How could

suddenly emerging

what brings

“We are…”

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