When Cyrus first left, he didn't go far. He had long known that Mabel and Donald had never met alone before.
However, when he witnessed their intimate actions, he still felt a burning rage. Not wanting to lose his composure in front of Mabel, he chose to leave temporarily.
He sat in the car outside the door, waiting. As expected, Donald soon hurried out, still wearing the shirt stained with coffee. Thus, Cyrus immediately turned back, wanting to confront Mabel face to face.
"Why are you pretending we have nothing to do with each other?" Cyrus's eyes reddened slightly, his tone tinged with unwillingness.
Mabel looked at him coldly. "I'm not your fiancée, Mr. Quinn. What kind of relationship could we possibly have?"
Hearing this, Cyrus was momentarily stunned. He immediately realized th
