Adelyn was slightly taken aback by the unexpected intrusion.
She turned her head toward the door, where a young man stood, looking severely displeased —almost as if she had robbed him of something precious and he had rushed all the way to just take it back.
But wait …
Didn't this young man look slightly familiar?
Adelyn's eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to recall if she had met him somewhere before.
Suddenly, a clear memory from the previous day flashed through her mind.
The guy she had met at the hotel entrance.
Mr. Crashing Bull.
Karl stared at Adelyn for a moment longer before stepping into the room.
"How did you even think that my brother would sleep with you?" he demanded.
The words were blunt and undeniably rude, yet for obvious reasons, they only brought Adelyn relief.
However, she didn't realize that her relief was fleeting. Before she could even savor it, it was already slipping away.
