Unable to see even the faintest glimmer of hope, she was no longer afraid of anything.
That night, when she got back home, Fluffy Zane hid inside bedroom, refused to see anyone, and no matter how Madam Zane called her, she just wouldn't come out.
Lying on the bed~, she picked up the phone and called William Guillen.
Clinging to a sliver of luck, what if Luna's bestie had lied?
The telephone rang for a long time without being answered, and just as Fluffy Zane was about to hang up the phone, a woman's voice picked up.
"Hello?" The woman's coy, sweet voice carried a faint panting.
Fluffy Zane's heart suddenly sank; the hand holding the mobile phone unconsciously clenched tight. "Where's William Guillen?"
"He's taking a bath, do you need something from him?" The woman's voice had a hint of provocation.
As if she were proclaiming ownership.
The woman was panting, the man was taking a bath—no need to think to know what had just happened between them.
