After going upstairs, William Guillen couldn't shake off the lingering anxiety and frustration in his heart.
His guest room was right next to Fluffy Zane's room.
As he passed her room, he instinctively paused.
Standing at her doorway, William Guillen hesitated, torn. Should he go in and check on her? Her face was badly swollen; he wondered if the swelling had subsided.
With that doubt lingering, he pushed open the guest room door with one hand. He turned on the light as he walked towards the bedside.
Sophie Sullivan's cloakroom was filled with new-season clothes from major luxury brands, including pajamas.
Fluffy Zane had a rather conservative style; even at home, her pajamas were always modest and proper.
Under the light, she wore black lace pajamas. Her long hair was spread out on the soft pillow, her cheeks were rosy and tender, and her beautiful lips were slightly pouting.
She looked like a pouting little girl.
