As she drew closer, she saw the woman in the white evening dress reaching up, wrapping her arms tightly around the man's neck while whispering something close to him.
At first, the man unhesitatingly shook off her bare arms, bringing a faint, satisfied curve to Evelyn's lips.
However, Isabella refused to relent, clinging to his waist once more.
The man then slowly lowered his head, appearing as though he were leaning in to kiss her.
The sight sent a sudden wave of anger through Evelyn. All his sweet talks promising to love her, promising to spend a lifetime making things up to her, was nothing but meaningless lies!
Was this how he played with her feelings? Did he think she was someone he could fool so easily? At that moment, her chest burned with anger.
"Michael Thorn!" Evelyn's sharp voice cut through the quiet hallway, startling the man, whose complexion appeared strangely off.
