John also saw the words on the note.
In his usually calm eyes, a hint of coldness flickered.
"'S' stands for me," he said.
Diana suddenly got excited. "So it‘s really you!"
She threw the note away and forcefully pushed John onto the couch. She straddled him, grabbing his robe dominantly with both hands.
"Come clean! Did you mess with some woman who's now come looking for you?!"
Long time no see?
The tone was so ambiguous, the gestures so flashy. Clearly, this was no ordinary matter!
John, pinned beneath her, looked at the girl before him who had suddenly gone berserk. He restrained his deep gaze and instead of getting angry, a hint of... pleasure appeared on his face?
Wait, was she jealous?
Diana paused for a moment, then became furious, steam practically coming out of her head.
