The alpaca, frightened by the commotion, cowered in the corner, not daring to get any closer.
Diana Young's lace dress had been pushed up to her navel. Her screams grew shriller. "Help me—"
"Stop screaming!" Harold Goodman covered her mouth with his hand.
Holden Lee happened to be delivering food to the building next door, so he decided to stop by and see Diana Young.
The door wasn't shut tight. A flicker of joy crossed his face as he pushed it open and walked in. But when he saw the scene on the sofa, his expression instantly changed.
Holden Lee said in disbelief, "Danna, you... How could you..."
'Diana Young had clearly told him she didn't have a boyfriend. So what was this?'
Harold Goodman jumped in surprise and looked over his shoulder, cursing, "Shit, how did a delivery boy like you get in here?"
Diana Young pushed the man's hand away from her mouth and yelled, "Holden, save me! He's a pervert!"
