Beverley had been lazing around in her room all day. She was embarrassed to go outside, especially since there were many of Brent’s kiss marks on her neck. She had compressed it with ice cubes and hoped the marks would disappear quickly.

After taking a shower in the afternoon, she immediately opened the wardrobe. Suddenly, her gaze caught the black paper bag on the top partition. Her forehead immediately creased.

“Since when is there a paper bag here? Did Brent keep it?”

Beverley ...