"My Leslie doesn't need acceptance from others..."
After Sheila Fletcher finished her accusatory remarks, a voice as cold and clear as ice unexpectedly came from the direction of the bathroom.
It wasn't until this icy tone was heard that the quarreling Sheila Fletcher and Leslie Howard realized and turned their heads.
Unnoticed, the bathroom door had been opened from inside.
A tall and well-built figure appeared right behind the bathroom door.
The man's expression was refined and aloof, his deep blue eyes filled with a brooding intensity. His cold eyes were slightly lowered, and his sensual jawline was tightly set, indicating his displeasure at this moment.
"David..."
Leslie Howard looked at David Redington in a daze, annoyed at his emergence.
Didn't she tell him to hide in there? If her mother found out David was there, who knows what kind of trouble it would cause.
However, Leslie's words were drowned out by Sheila Fletcher's slightly excited voice—
