"What are you doing?"
An icy and slightly angry voice came from the doorway of the bedroom in the suite.
The long fingers about to pull down the pants zipper immediately stopped.
The man turned around and looked at the small figure standing at the bedroom door.
Ben...?
The cold eyes that were filled with gloom just a moment ago were taken aback.
He suddenly realized he might have made a mistake.
The man quickly took off the tailored jacket he was wearing and covered the woman, who was now crying weakly.
Right now, he had no time to deal with Jordan Lancaster; he only wanted to comfort the woman.
The tailored jacket enveloped Lily's unclad body, and seeing her still sobbing softly without moving or speaking,
he lifted the woman from the sofa, along with the jacket wrapped around her, and held her in his arms.
"Don't cry, don't cry."
"Not crying anymore..."
