A bath?
At this moment, White Mitchell finally experienced the most helpless situation for a man, revealing an expression that looked both like crying and laughing.
But the next moment, Sherry Jones' lingering kiss came again.
This time, no helpless situation cropped up again. White Mitchell directly embraced Sherry Jones and stepped into the room...
Three hours later, the room was in a mess. The wedding dress, high heels, tie...were casually scattered on the floor, seemingly without enough time to clean up.
White Mitchell glanced at Sherry Jones, who had been roughly handled to exhaustion, guilt arose within him.
Subsequently, White Mitchell took out his mobile phone from the pants on the floor and slowly walked towards the open-air balcony, quietly gazing at a brightly lit Sayon.
At this point, after his return to Sayon, the first of two important things had been completed. Now, it was time to settle the score with Alan Austin.