Mechelle's POV
The living room lights weren't on, and I stood at the doorway, frowning. Cool moonlight spilled in from the window, creating numerous patches of light on the floor.
As I took a step forward, I heard a sound coming from the sofa, a sound I recognized all too well, as I had heard it not long ago. Except, back then, it was from a middle-aged woman, whereas this voice sounded more seductive, with a hint of allure that could make a man's bones turn to jelly.
"Mmm... Oh... Louis, you have a great physique," a woman's sultry voice echoed in the living room, particularly grating to my ears.
I couldn't hear the man's voice, but I caught his low chuckle.
Who else but Louis Duncan?
A bitter smile tugged at my lips. Was he intentionally letting me catch sight of this? It felt like a sharp needle had pierced a soft spot in my heart. When did the gentle and refined man I knew turn into this?
