She knocked on the door and pushed it open without waiting for the person inside to speak.

Wyatt raised his eyes and looked over, and his gaze became deep in an instant.

She leaned against the door and smiled seductively. "I miss you." After saying that, she walked towards him.

Wyatt looked at the pajamas that revealed her shoulders. They were as thin as a cicada's wings. So he could see her skin. When she walked, he could even see the faintly discernible movement of...

His throat tightened, and his voice unconsciously became a little hoarse. "What are you doing here? I have not finished."

"Is that so? But I'm scared. What if that Henry doesn't give up? And he touched me just now. I rubbed it hard for ten minutes when taking a shower. But I still felt sick. What should I do?" As she spoke, she lifted her thigh for him to see.

His gaze landed on her skin. The first thing he saw was her snow-like skin. Only then did he notice her large patch of red. His heart immediately ached. "Why are you so stupid? He touched your clothes, not your skin."

At that time, she was dressed conservatively in long sleeves and trousers. It was a wise decision indeed.

But the decision to meet them was stupid in itself.

Zoey's eyes flashed. She pouted and said, "But I feel uncomfortable. You don't even know that Henry is hateful. I knew that he was bad and wanted to leave. However, he stopped me and forced me to drink. Smell it. Do I still have the smell of alcohol? I have already brushed my teeth three times."

As she spoke, she leaned over, wanting him to smell the wine on her lips.

At that time, she was forced to drink several cups of wine. It was uncomfortable. Fortunately, her alcohol tolerance was good. Otherwise, an ordinary person might have been drunk on the spot.

However, it was inevitable for her to have the smell of alcohol after she came back. She cleaned herself for a long time and only complained to him after she made sure that there was not much left.

By the way, she told him about her grievances.

Sure enough, Wyatt's eyes relaxed but showed some residual anger. "You shouldn't go tonight."

It came. The anger came indeed.

"I knew, but how could I know that person was like this at that time? I thought he would seriously talk to me about serious things. Alright, I was wrong. Don't be angry, okay?" She leaned against him softly, breathing gently, her big innocent eyes blinking at him.

She was innocent and full of temptation.

Wyatt's Adam's apple moved violently, but he did not hold her. Instead, he pushed her away and said calmly, "You should have known when he asked you to go to the appointment alone. Why are you so reckless? If I hadn't been worried about you and known your whereabouts, I would not have rushed over immediately. Otherwise..."

"I know, I know. It's all my fault. Stop scolding me. If you scold me again, I will cry," she grabbed his hand and said sincerely. "I won't dare to do it again next time!"

Wyatt glared at her. "Do you still want the next time?"

"Ah, I was wrong. There won't be the next time. There won't be the next time!" She quickly made a promise. "I won't meet anyone alone next time. No matter who it is, I won't agree to it. Is that okay?"

Wyatt looked at her fixedly and considered whether what she said was true or false. In the end, he shook his head. "You..."

What could he do to her? He had already surrendered to her many years ago, hadn't he?

"You forgive me, right?" Seeing his expression relaxed, she happily hugged him and kissed him on the face. "I love you the most! Really!"