Alice's presence caused the two people on the sofa to slowly release their embraces.
Lilia fixed the messy hair on her ears, straightened her waist and stared at her. "This shows that Jean has good sense!"
This house's style and its carbon copy in Parma was just….
Alice pursed her lips at Lilia. She silently watched Jean's expression as she walked. She always felt... that the man's cold gaze was unwelcoming towards her.
This shouldn't be an illusion!
Alice's thoughts didn't go deep enough. She walked slowly to the sofa, looked at Jean, and hesitantly said, "Did I... not come at the right time?"
At this time, the man finally gave her a light gaze. "Did your father know that you came to Indonesia?"
Alice nodded, and openly lied. "Yes."
Jean's thin lips tilted slightly, and his eyes were filled with a dangerous dark light. His tone was frank and slow as he questioned, "Are you sure?"
