"Go on!"
Georgia Thorne's eyes welled up, a watery sheen covering her dark pupils.
Needless to say, her lips were surely red and swollen. Anyone could see she looked as if she had just been ravished.
'That scoundrel. He clearly did it on purpose.'
Georgia Thorne hurried to open the door. Hayley Sullivan, dressed in beautiful, expensive clothes, was standing at the entrance, about to leave.
"I thought you weren't home!" Hayley Sullivan turned and sized Georgia Thorne up.
"I was cooking, so I didn't hear the door. I thought I was just hearing things!" Georgia Thorne lowered her head guiltily, not daring to look at Hayley Sullivan.
The kitchen door was half-open, and the aroma of food wafted out. Hayley Sullivan glanced inside and saw a soup still simmering.
"Hayley, is there something you need?" Georgia asked in a low voice.
Hayley Sullivan had no interest in Georgia Thorne's home. She had only come for her own purposes.
