She was wearing a sexy spaghetti strap nightgown, thin as cicada wings, and then she remembered that she was in the same room with Oliver Johnson...
Could it be...
Eva Miller's face turned pale.
In the room, footsteps were approaching steadily towards the door, and Eva suddenly panicked.
She was frozen on the spot, caught in a dilemma. She was eager to know if it was Oliver Johnson showing up here, but at the same time, afraid of meeting him under these circumstances. The man had already walked to the door, not giving her much time to think.
Eva felt a shadow cast over her from above and encouraged herself silently.
One, two, three...
Look up.
At the moment their eyes met, Eva instinctively bit her lip. Due to the excitement, she bit down hard, piercing her lip.
It was him, it really was him.
Oliver Johnson was wearing a white robe, initially appearing a bit lazy as he walked out, but when he saw the woman standing in the doorway, his entire body instantly tensed up.
