After Matthew finished speaking, without waiting for Isabelle to respond, he strode directly into her bathroom, the sound of his footsteps echoing faintly through the corridor.
As he entered the lavishly designed bathroom, he looked around, his eyes briefly scanning the elegant marble countertops and the large bathtub adorned with scented candies.
['Matthew is acting strange,'] one of the viewers dropped a comment.
['Didn't he like Harley?' ]
"The relationship between the two of them should simply be that of superior and subordinate," Isabelle mused, trying to make sense of the situation, "After all, compared to artists, it's harder for rumors to circulate about their interactions."
Not long after Matthew entered the bathroom, a deep magnetic voice resonated from within, calling out
