Chapter 656

Chapter: 656

“Timplore you, please refrain from posting those photos online,” Fiona pleaded.

“Alright, I won’t share them online. You smell so enticing. Let’s engage in the activities that couples do.

I’ve missed you greatly since I lost touch with you.”

Giovanni’s hands explored Fiona’s form several times, and with fervent passion, he gently pressed her

onto the sofa. Initially hesitant, Fiona’s body gradually responded to Giovanni’s touch, and soon she

began to reciprocate.

During the afternoon, while Millie was absorbed in her design work, her phone rang, displaying Leon’s

name.

“Leon.”

“Are you at home?”

“Yes, lam.”

“Could you assist me by checking if Fiona is at home? I’m swamped with the project today, and I’ve

attempted to contact her twice, yet she hasn’t responded.”

Millie recollected the earlier door-knocking incident from the morning.

“are you there?”

Millie remained silent, leading Leon to assume she had hung up.

“Sure, I’m here. Let me check right away,” Millie responded before ending the call.

She rose from her seat and left her apartment promptly. Leon’s concern for Fiona seemed sincere, and

his urgency was evident in his tone.

However, Millie couldn’t help but feel that Fiona was an adult and that Leon might be overly concerned.

Standing before Fiona’s apartment door, Millie knocked a few times, only to receive no response. After

waiting for a moment, she knocked twice more. Millie considered that perhaps Fiona was out and was

about to return to her own apartment. Yet, just then, the door opened.

“Fiona, Leon is searching for.

As Millie caught sight of the slightly overweight man standing before her, clad only in shorts with a

greasy, exposed upper body and apparent scratch marks, she fell into silence.

Who was this individual? What was his purpose in Fiona’s room? Was he the same person who had

knocked earlier that morning?

Doubt crept in as Millie questioned if she had knocked on the wrong door. Glancing inside, she noted

clothes strewn about the coffee table and someone slumbering on the sofa.

The man inquired in a hushed tone, “Are you looking for Fiona?”

“What’s happening?”

Fiona’s groggy voice emerged, as if she had just woken up. Holding a piece of clothing to shield

herself, she gazed towards the door. Upon recognizing Millie standing outside, she let out a startled

shriek.