Go straight upstairs.
At the building entrance, he realized he had forgotten the keys in his pocket.
Koa Jackson stood outside the building for a while, his expression stiff, then turned to search for his coat in the trash can.
Fortunately, the coat was on top. He retrieved the keys expressionlessly, gripping them tightly in his palm.
He returned to unlock the door.
Changed his shoes and headed straight to the bedroom for a shower.
Warm water cascaded down from above, and he subconsciously recalled Mia Ginger’s gesture, his scalp tightened, and his whole body tensed up.
He stood under the shower, lips pressed thin, for quite a while, then compromised.
After a long while—
Amidst the misty steam, he gritted his teeth and called "Mia", his entire face showing a dazed relaxation after joy.
Really...
A feeling of utmost complexity.
Koa Jackson felt extrely depressed, stood there stiffened again for a while before finally wrapping himself in a towel and leaving the bathroom.
—
At the sa ti.
Denver Petal and Olivia Williams were still on the road.
Denver’s face had bruises, his coat thrown in the back seat. Olivia didn’t look much better, her hair a bit ssy, her lip corner bruised, with finger marks on her cheeks.
This is how it happened.
After parting with Koa Jackson, Denver was giving Olivia a ride ho.
After turning around and leaving, he realized her phone was left in the car, so he went back to return it.
He heard Olivia’s voice.
The man, still slling of alcohol, was holding her chin, deeply engrossed.
Being cheated on right after getting married, Denver naturally beca furious.
Although he and Olivia had only t that afternoon, without any feelings between them, no matter what, she had just beco his wife.
And yet soone bullied her like this?!
Denver fought with the drunken Victor Williams outside the Williams Family villa.
Though he got bruised, he did feel a bit relieved, pulling Olivia away with him.
Originally, he intended to comply with Olivia’s wish and take her back to the Blossom Quarter Community.
However—
Halfway, Olivia realized that in the earlier chaos, she had forgotten her bag in the car.
Her wallet and keys were inside.
Completely... thoroughly embarrassed.
Olivia, lost in chaotic thoughts, was the first to speak: "Perhaps, you could take back to the Williams Family; my bag should still be there."
"I’m not going," Denver flatly refused.
After all—
His mood was truly foul.
Reflecting on the recent incident, it felt just as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.
He knew Olivia’s man, a famously flirtatious son from Cloud Capital’s high society. Madam Williams was eager for Olivia to marry, while Olivia was eager to leave the Williams Family. Was it because of this incident?!
From Victor’s deanor, it was certain he had feelings for her, so the question was, what was the attitude of the woman next to him towards that?
Denver wanted to know.
After all—
This matter affected his mood, leaving him with injuries; not a pleasant start for his married life.
But he knew Olivia wouldn’t say it.
He was a wise man, so naturally, he remained silent.
Denver, gripping the steering wheel tightly with one hand, amidst chaotic thoughts, directly said, "It’s too late, going back and forth would waste more than two hours. You... just stay at my place tonight."
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