All he wore was a towel wrapped around his waist, no top, and two hickeys on his neck.
I saw, through the gap of the open door, that on the bed lay a pair of pure white legs, but couldn't make out anything else.
However, that was enough to confirm that those legs belonged to Joy, because the ankle bore a tattoo of a single rose, something I would never forget in my life.
I felt my lungs fit to burst, intense hatred keeping my fists and jaw tightly clenched.
Kane looked at me in naked surprise, saying in a fluster, "Leo... Lionel, what brings you here?"
I gave Kane a cold stare and shot back in a low voice, "I'll deal with you later!"
I shoved Kane out of my way and entered the room.
He fought desperately to hold me off as he said, "Leo, bro, you can't go in t
