Mike's Doubts

When Lilia and Mellisa arrived at 16:40, the entire garden banquet hall was packed with people. This banquet event was very festive.

The two of them had just appeared and three familiar figures walked slowly from the bar at the edge of the park.

"Lilia, Mellisa!"

Claire and her husband walked over to them, and beside them was Mike with his cold indifferent expression.

Under the dazzling crystal chandelier in the banquet hall, the man's eyes were fixed on Mellisa's body without even blinking.

In just a few short seconds, his pace went from slow to fast. He couldn't wait to hear the voice he had been craving for so long, he finally arrived and stood in front of her.

Mike didn't care about anyone anymore. He only had his eyes on Mellisa's sole figure.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes were locked deep in the shadow. The woman's appearance was still the same in his memories, familiarity etched into his bones.