His eyes shimmered with a wave-like luster.
Yvonne Young wasn't sure if it was because Spencer Sullivan had been drinking or if it was her own illusion, but he seemed more tender and good-tempered tonight.
As she thought about this, Yvonne couldn't help but smirk self-mockingly. It was as if she had found a tiny bit of sweetness among the shattered glass, a tiny bit of sweetness that almost made her forget their current positions.
She withdrew her hand, letting go of Spencer's neck.
At the same time, her expression suddenly turned cold.
Spencer Sullivan saw the change in her, and his face also turned somewhat colder. He stepped forward and carried Yvonne directly into the bathroom. The light became brighter, and the man's cheeks were slightly flushed. The smell of alcohol mixed with his faintly angry breath swept across Yvonne's face, making her gaze wander.
She turned her face away.
