She did come back, but she was out all day, wasn't she?
Where did she go?
Who did she meet again?
Was she with Charlie Austin all day?
Chester Yale's thin lips were tightly pressed together, and there was an unreadable coldness on his defined, handsome face.
He stepped forward and looked at the tightly closed room door. In his mind, he immediately flashed back to the last time she hurriedly locked the door as soon as she entered the room.
Whom was she guarding against by locking the door so anxiously on his territory?
Was she guarding against him?
Chester Yale's eyes darkened, and he pushed open her room door with his large hand on the door handle.
"Bang——"
The room door was suddenly pushed open with a loud noise.
Startling the person inside who was changing clothes.
