Was It Really Necessary?

Before anyone could arrive with the room card, the room's door was impatiently thrown open.

Jerry, draped in a bathrobe, had not bothered to cinch the belt properly, and his chest was exposed as he strode out.

He emanated impatience from every pore. His face was etched with the frustration of having his illicit tryst abruptly interrupted.

Presumably, he had mistaken the commotion for room service, only to be greeted by a throng of reporters. There were visible marks on his exposed skin, and a few nail imprints adorned his chest.

Audrey's eyes widened slightly. The bathrobe left little to the imagination, and the bulge on his lower body were glaringly evident.

Upon seeing Jerry in such a state, Evans's expression subtly shifted. He instinctively positioned himself in front of Audrey, obstructing her line of sight.