Enrique's face looked sullen. Feeling Enrique's stiff body, Vanessa pushed her way in.
The light was dim inside. The living room had a table set for a candlelit dinner.
Seeing this, Vanessa furrowed her brow, and her expression changed.
Clearly, this was Aryana's plan. No wonder Aryana insisted on Enrique taking her home after the mall—she had this setup in mind.
"Vanessa, is this another one of your tricks?"
"It's not me."
Vanessa tried to explain, but Enrique threw what he held and left the Morrison's villa without looking back.
As Enrique stepped out, he saw the car had been driven away by the chauffeur.
Seeing this, Vanessa understood Aryana's plan. If she and Enrique didn't stay together tonight, Aryana wouldn't stop.
"Don't waste effort," Vanessa said."You sleep in
